Incantation

Don't get too close

This shore is cavernous and cold

Too close is cavernous cold

Cavernous cold

You're collecting empty shells

Too late to scribe

Alive on my soul

I'd rather hide

Than fight

You stealing my soul

A haunted ocean of steaming ghosts

They bore what's tavernous and told

A haunted ocean is tavernous and told

I am where the feeling dwells

Too late to scribe

Alive on my soul

I'd rather hide

Than fight

You stealing my soul

I'd rather hide