The salt and mist are moving into me.
Confuse a whisper with my reality.
I'm now a ba*tard of the open sea,
I pray to Oden that he sets me free.
Now you die.
Your light shows me the way.
Bruised and beaten I beg for d**h,
holding onto wreckage with every breath.
The Krakken pa**es below my feet.
Remaining still I will not choose defeat.
I feel the pa**ion of the nausea burn,
look to myself remember what I've learned.
From the distance, a guided flash:
A pyramid is where my body will crash.