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Ships sail by power of wind,
Death be brought, by a sin

And through the power, I do see,
Nothing but a win.

Through evil, through good,
Through love and through hate,

Darkest falls,
Through devil's gate.

From far and wide,
From god's great power,

Nothing so sweet,
As innocent flower.

And through the love,
Of fire and ice,

Nothing truelly,
Nothing nice.

Through death and dispair,
Through lovely and life,

Though this cut,
With this knife.