Vasili

1600 feet below the sea,
black and red dried eyes,
so eager to please,
silence filled the hallway,
and no vodka on hand,
a lesser man would sure be driven mad,
Just four days before this halloween,
the demons spoke on land,
with deaf zombies at sea,
It couldve been will powered ring
magic that'd been sewn,
with his one call,
he took everyone home
And as we turned away,
I heard a voice inside me say,
'for this, they'll make you bleed,'
it's almost over,
but no nightmares for me,
just peaceful emerald dreams,
I'll hold my head up high,
and kiss this world,
and kiss this world goodbye
In 98, he died alone,
this soldiers act,
whispers barely known,
so count he stars,
this sector holds,
he's honoured right,
out there in the cold.