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.