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!