While We Were Lost Octopus Killer
Where O Death is your sting
You drag me to the depths
And yet cannot hold me
Where O Grave is your destruction
You pull me to the pit
And yet cannot crush me
My heart breaks
I turn my face away
Unable to look upon
This destruction
This seed has been sown in shame
But the dead will be raised
Imperishable
Hail The Crucified
