Death Mask歌词

Into the shrine
You think that its all yours
You swine
Losing your time for nothing but the chore
Insurgent whines to echo on the shore
In Central Ithaca
Like Scylla minds
They seem to suck you whole
Walking your planks
You sturdy fit your roles
In line
Give them the sign
"Onward, Laddies!"
Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhh