My fellow Germans were right.
My abyss looks at me at night,
With eyes of grey, without fright,
And all I see is sweet delight
I am no stranger to a fight
I have been hit from left and right,
This time no cavalry in sight,
I bow my head, my flag is white.
My abyss looks at me at night
With tender eyes, with gaze so bright
Perhaps I summon will to fight,
Not now, at the break of light.
My abyss
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