Incantation

Don't get too close
 This shore is cavernous and cold
 Too close is cavernous and cold
 Cavernous and cold
 You're collecting empty shells
 Too late to scribe, alive in my soul
 I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
 A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts
 They bore what's tavernous and told
 A haunted ocean is tavernous and told
 I am where the fearing dwells
 Too late to scribe, alive in my soul
 I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
 Don't get too close
 To this haunted ocean of steaming ghosts
 Too late to scribe, alive in my soul
 I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul
 Too late to scribe, alive in my soul
 I'd rather hide, hide, hide, hide
 Cavernous, cold
 Cavernous, cold, cold, cold, cold