Deep, deep does it go.
Where in light, harbors no.
Where in breath with thee slows,
And of hope from thee flows.
Deep deep, does it go.
Upon which blood, grows so cold,
And for this life malevolently bold.
A tale of one to unfold.
Deep deep, does it go.
Beyond the boundaries of the shore,
Beneath the downfall of its foam,
Deeper and deeper is still more.
Sky is heaven, here is home.