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No quarter can be given; I am absent in this state

A hurricane takes shelter in my form and signs your fate

Their souls are liberated and dissected by my hand

And all their vessels lay among the driftwood in the sand

Was it all in vain?

Vertigo from the cliffs as the waves devour what remains

I have worn these gloves before

Lines in the sand - blurred and trod on

The blood on my hands doesn't wash off

Riches I claimed - naught but ashes

And sorrow untamed flows in surges

Heart in hand I step beyond the shore

To sit the throne of coral evermore

The glow of deadlight spectres pulls me down and deeper still

Their fingers round my limbs manipulate me to their will

Arms of bloodshot red

Countless spires upon its crest

Vertigo from the depths as the waves devour what remains

I can walk this path no more

Lines in the sand - blurred and trod on

The blood on my hands doesn't wash off

Riches I claimed - naught but ashes

And sorrow untamed flows in surges

Soul in hand I sleep beyond the shore

And sit this throne of coral evermore

Briny blood and sea water tesselate

My kingdom stretches far beyond where light can penetrate

Lines in the sand - blurred and trod on

The blood on my hands doesn't wash off

Riches I claimed - naught but ashes

And sorrow untamed flows in surges

Spiritless amidst the weeds I soar

My body rules the coral throne once more

Keep the vengeance fed

With the riches in my chest