Setting Sail - Illdisposed

I’m sorry honey

Our ships are about to leave

Not waiting for funny

Battle awaits sword in my hand

In my heart

We wait

Then land

Now screaming

Battle planned

Invited to see

Climb to the top

The taking of land

Never enough

It’s never enough

The things we must gain

A plague from the north

We arrive

Too late

Don’t pray

Your illusions

Has to and

On purest form I’ll reinstate

Never again

Season to come

Help me convince

Victory mine

Your fate

In my hand

Take away

But my plan