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[Verse]
Rising
From the deep
Crimson
The tide
Rising
Crimson
The tide

[Chorus]
Rise!
Rise!
Crimson tide

[Verse 2]
Surging
From the deep
Crimson
The tide
Surging
Crimson
The tide

[Chorus]
Rise!
Rise!
Crimson tide

[Bridge]
Rising from the deep
Crimson the tide
Rising
Crimson
The tide

[Chorus]
Rise!
Rise!
Crimson tide

Rising from the Deep

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Black Pulse

It is just a cold band of gold,
Now only worn to keep away the bold. (maybe the foolish)
They don’t see the ghost on my hand,
Or the shadow behind what I am.

I am a man that still wears his ring!
If anything it is comforting. (comforting).

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A whisper of warmth leaned upon. (Leaned upon)
Not for the vows, or the lies they brought
But the quiet it gives my thoughts. (I have lost my thoughts)

It once burned bright in a lover’s fire,
Now dull with time, deceit, and desire. (yes desire)
The truth cut deep, but the scar won’t sting,
But I am at peace with this golden thing. (This ring)

The ring don’t burn, it chills my bone,
A crown for the cursed, a claim I own. (It's my own)
Not for the love that rotted through,
But for the peace it gives — without you. (remember that)

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A whisper of warmth I can lean upon. (leaned upon)
Not for the vows, or the lies they brought
But the quiet it gives my thoughts. (I have lost my thoughts)

I’ve slept with the truth, she cuts like glass,
Every night she whispers, “This too shall pass.”
And now it has  but it just sits and sings,
A sad tune from my finger’s ring.

I don't care I'll wear it anyway, (anyway)
Heedless of who it scares away.
If they really were intrigued. (intrigued?)
They would ask and not retreat.

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A whisper of warmth I can lean upon. (leaned upon)
Not for the vows, or the lies they brought
But the quiet it gives my thoughts. (I have gathered my thoughts)

They ask why I never let it go,
But how could they ever know? (really ever know)
It holds me like a familiar ache,
A comfort no heart would break. (It wont ever break)

The ring still fits, though the love is gone,
A circle of silence I depend upon. (depend upon)
Not for the past, or the pain it sings,
But for the calm it brings, (It calms everything)

My old, cold ring.

Yes

My old, cold ring.

Unless you are a new love,
who I am willing remove it for, (done once before)
you had better just,
remove it from my cold dead finger.

My old ring.
My old cold ring.

Otsegolation

Static-X

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