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