Fear Before The March Of Flames

On the surface where we fought
Thats where your insides rot
So with a blow to your bow, take on water
A diver descends
Hey, did no one tell you?
Sunken ships belong underwater
In their slow descent to the ocean floor
They are so quickly forgotten
So as you disapear into the night time waters
How many will you take with you?
So when your insides rot