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