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 Hells’ 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!