Fathoms

From the dismal shore a full, abandoned light To lead us to refuge or to our burial Sight was foul and most unkind, The mist a vengeful phantom to send us howling to the deadly fathoms The mortal greed of their flock Our fate, a vessel to be impaled upon the rocks And then we knew the siren must have sung The spoils drift away as water fills our lungs But we have risen as specters of the sea To claim descendants of this treachery But we have risen as specters of the sea To claim descendants of this treachery The mortal greed of their flock Our fate, a vessel To be impaled upon the rocks And on this night, the mist a vengeful phantom To send them howling to the deadly fathoms. The gutless reign with crosses hung Feeding our conquest on rusted flesh and Hell's disguise. But we have risen as specters of the sea To claim descendants of this treachery But we have risen as specters of the sea To end the reign of liars!