You wake on the salt and the grey.
The wreckage is strewn in the bay.
A cold wind is biting your skin.
Where does the long journey begin?
Walk through the gold and the grime.
Pay for the sins of a crime.
The map is a lie in your hand.
Lost in the Wraeclast sand.
You find a blunt blade in the mud.
The soil is thirsty for blood.
The ruins are heavy and old.
Stories of hunger untold.
Walk through the gold and the grime.
Pay for the sins of a crime.
The map is a lie in your hand.
Lost in the Wraeclast sand.
A chapel of bone and of stone.
You wander the valley alone.
The ghosts of the empire call.
Wait for the ivory wall.
Walk through the gold and the grime.
Pay for the sins of a crime.
The map is a lie in your hand.
Lost in the Wraeclast sand.
The altar is cold to the touch.
You wanted the power too much.
The hunger is deep in the vein.
Wash away all of the stain.
The city is drowning in black.
There is no way turning it back.
The crown is a circle of rust.
Everything turns into dust.
Walk through the gold and the grime.
Pay for the sins of a crime.
The map is a lie in your hand.
Lost in the Wraeclast sand.
Just one more step to the deep.
The promises you couldn't keep.
The shore is calling you home.
Under the salt and the foam.
