The words of an elder man From the city of the earth Imparts his secret To debilitate all opposition With fear of weakness This knowledge drives me mad I grow obsessed to satiate My appetite for strength I will be The master of lands amongst the sea I travel to the land Where the fire meets the tide On the wings of progress The shores appear before my eyes I surf the coast In a quest for opulence I bag my spoils With no regard to consequence I drift before a faceless entity A creature void of true persona And gain my bounty through the beast That holds the key to power POWER The shores have washed into POWER It's flowing into me It's pouring over me It's flowing The shores have washed into me It's flowing into me It's pouring over me The shores have washed into me