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