Driven by conclusiveness,
a wreck emerges from the far.
It's burning red and danced
around by flames and will
take our foes to where we are.
Ember sea, we grab for the horizon
and put the tyrants to the torch.
And only the ashes on the water
will be a token of what went forth.
The sounding howls of our last
stand will echo for decades from
every wave. The mourning friends
might meet us soon again,
in the spoken legends of the brave.
Ember sea, we grab for the horizon
and put the tyrants to the torch.
And only the ashes on the water
will be a token of what went forth.