Chaemera - Corsair

In the fires of melted stone

Lies a heart of wicked bone

Held taught by hands of fire

Made strong by hate

She flies on daggered wings

Across their scattered dreams

Cradling a flame so bright

Stolen from the darkest night

Across the marsh she calls her foes

Across the hills she gathers woes

Burned black in the Plinian wild

Storms thick with cries long gone

Break upon the hopes of men

Never have a life be spared

From the wrath of the dead

Call your guards and set your sails

Cast off now death won’t fail

Fire smoke and ash reign on

In this heart, this heart of stone