The words of an elder man
From the city of the earth
Imparts his secret
To debilitate all opposition
With fear of weakness
This knowledge drives me mad
I grow obsessed to satiate
My appetite for strength
I will be The master of lands amongst the sea
I travel to the land
Where the fire meets the tide
On the wings of progress
The shores appear before my eyes
I surf the coast
In a quest for opulence
I bag my spoils
With no regard to consequence
I drift before a faceless entity
A creature void of true persona
And gain my bounty through the beast
That holds the key to power
POWER
The shores have washed into
POWER
It’s flowing into me It’s pouring over me It’s flowing
The shores have washed into me It’s flowing into me It’s pouring over me The shores have washed into me