Incantation

Don't get too close

This shore is cavernous and cold

Too close is cavernous and cold

Cavernous and cold

You're collecting empty shells

Too late to scribe, alive in my soul

I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul

A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts

They bore what's tavernous and told

A haunted ocean is tavernous and told

I am where the fearing dwells

Too late to scribe, alive in my soul

I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul

Don't get too close

To this haunted ocean of steaming ghosts

Too late to scribe, alive in my soul

I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul

Too late to scribe, alive in my soul

I'd rather hide, hide, hide, hide

Cavernous, cold

Cavernous, cold, cold, cold, cold