Incantation

Too close is cavernous and cold

Cavernous and 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 marbled ocean of steaming ghosts

They bore what's cavernous and told

A haunted ocean is cavernous and told

I am where the fearing dwells

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Too late to scribe alive on my soul

I'd rather hide than fight you stealing my soul

Too late to scribe alive on my soul

I'd rather hide, hide, hide, hide, hide

Cavernous, cavernous

Cold, cold