Barcarolle in two parts
W.
Send
down my trusty guards to
ask
all my prisoners just —
just
whom it is they think I
came to deliver here!
Chorus
We
do not call this living, but
we
shall not fall upon your swords!
We
ride a greater swell than lands on —
on
our sands and fills our caves.
W.
A
slice of mémòry was
recently served up to me on —
on
plate of Gilgamesh, the
style
known as Stolenware.
Chorus
You
shall remember us! It —
it
is our curse and our revenge
to
be unceasing just when
all
you’ve won is lost again.
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