Incantation

Incantation
Don't get too close
This shore is cavernous and cold
Too close is cavernous cold
Cavernous 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 haunted ocean of steaming ghosts
They bore what's tavernous and told
A haunted ocean is tavernous and told
I am where the feeling dwells
Too late to scribe
Alive on my soul
I'd rather hide
Than fight
You stealing my soul
Cavernous
Cold