Wharf Heir

A new era of strategized destruction Where the sand meets the sea Beginning of pandemonium What will come forward for a tasty bite to eat Knowing so little about what lies beneath This wharf will be claimed mine This is the rightful home bestowed upon me Those in the line of fire will be soaked in their own blood I am Duke of the Docks, king of the ocean rocks Tentacle turrets ripping through the mortal enemies stronger than ocean currents Throw you off the edge and let the ocean do the rest Slam your helpless bodies in the pillars beneath A ragdoll of you flail between the posts Bouncing off like pin balls, see who can score the most Salt enters the wounds, infects the survivors Hoping the tide swallows you whole A new era of strategized destruction All of this fear you bear, a means to warfare All of this fear you bear, a means to warfare Once mortal enemies set their differences aside If we lose the wharf, we lose the war No real separation of good and evil Just one ruler that will not leave his place Throw you off the edge and let the ocean do the rest Slam your helpless bodies in the pillars beneath A ragdoll of you flail between the posts Bouncing off like pin balls, see who can score the most Face us— our final solution Blame us— for every ounce of blood that you’ve lost Face us— our final solution Blame us— for every ounce of blood that you’ve lost Face us— our final solution Blame us— for every ounce of blood that you’ve lost