| 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 - on my soul I'd rather hide - than fight you stealing my soul A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts They bare what's tavernous and told A haunted ocean is tavernous and told I am where the fearing dwells Too late to scribe Alive - on my soul I'd rather hide - than fight you stealing my soul Don't get too close- to this steaming ocean of ghosts 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 - than fight you stealing my soul I am where the fearing dwells Cavernous cold Cavernous cold Cold cold |