I am the tide
Take a breath. stem your wrath
Face the aftermath

And you'll be blessed to write "hope" in the sand
So the tide will lay it in poseidon's hand
His arm is strong
The words were clear
I will carry on, heading to ford the frontier
The sea is dark, but i defy
I will carry on –
This is worth to die
I am the rising tide
And i'll predict the flood to sweep away every trace of shibboleth
We are the sons, who are born between answers
We are the ones
Who will audit the question to extirpate this insularity
So they said:
"this quest will crush your core"
Just remember the days
Now they say:
"hope made you fall. and forget what is real."
Embodiments of a worthless idle thought
And so poseidon said:
"your ships of war are sailing on my realm"
Look they turn around
They are bound
They are going down
"your sail's too weak. i swallow them whole."
Now they turn around
They are bound
They are going down
"you can't fuck with me
How dare you
My trident will never forgive
This will be your salty grave."
We will carry on
We are the ones who will audit the question. we are your sons