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 
creature void of [bad word] 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