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!