Alone I stand
Before the crimson ocean
I can't help but feel
Like I've been here before
Forgotten by creation
Abandoned, discarded
I paint the skies with fire
And bathe within
Something shifts below
I can feel it
Twisting and writhing
In pulsing rhythmic motion
The echoes of madness
Will permeate my dreams
Our souls consumed by fate
Rising from the embers
Drifting in the wind
Our minds are purged in time
Alone, we are devoured by the chasm
I'll forge the way ahead
Set my path below
Make this world my home
Stray from organic lines
The voices from the oceans
They speak inside my dreams
Something's inside these oceans
Something's not what it seems