Among the dust and the sand, you are the blood on my hand, and with me your judgement is clear. I am the wings of the swarm in the air. I am the dredge. Immeasurable in all of it's strength. I am the child, that surrendered to the grave. I am a crashing wave that's taken homes among your bravest men and left you broken, afraid. Desperate, desperate reduced to rubble again. Desperate, desperate. Monstrous entombed in the sand. Your death has washed ashore. Desperate, desperate. Welcome to the hit list, bearing witness, kneel down and pray. Feet off the edge, look at the abyss calling your name, fight off the wild to surrender to the grave. I am a crashing wave, the driving force, amassing legion, searching for pain. Desperate, desperate reduced to rubble again. Desperate, desperate monstrous entombed in the sand. Your death has washed ashore.. Desperate, desperate. Welcome to the hit list, bearing witness, kneel down and pray. Among the cracks in the land, you find the devil's upper hand. You hear a voice in your head, I am the breath on the back of your neck. Rancor! Herculean, savage gore. A fitting end for you and yours and I am the tidal wave. A tidal wave at the captain's door.