Cormorants howl
To the Coruscant sky
Mimicking the sound
Of the Unicorn's neigh
Below the deck the slavers toil
The whip cracking to the sound of drums
As the paddles grind, the waters boil
Never stopping 'til the tempest comes
The innocents bawl as the thunders fly
Straight out of the barrel of a giant spider
As sunrise proceeds to reddened sky
Fading souls cry out - remember us, remember!
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