You can ignore me, traveler, as terror would seem fit
but you will not ignore my beckoning when the flame comes unlit
I feed upon men's strength, their twistings and fears
as I creep upon one and all. The silence amongst your years.
I am eternal and laugh behind your wealth...Your beauty your cunning, yes
For nothing outreaches the arms of that which will always transgress.
From the very start of the docks you have sailed this ocean alone
the sea has its bounties but only mortals are truly sown
By myself alone and I am eternal no matter what you say or fit
To this world and it's soil. In my ground you will submit.