[Verse 1] The killers, Scylla, and the limping fool
All beggars play by the beggar's own rules
On sea of destruction
(All right)
A sea of destruction

[Verse 2] Blackest jackets of their burning books
A lecher loves what a lecher should
On a sea destruction
(All right)
A sea of destruction

[Clutch] Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame
Leviathans will guide you into where they say
Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time
And proper paupers are of sound body and mind

[Solo – Tim Sult] [Verse 3] Greenest genius of the fallen fool
All the beggars play by beggars' own rules
On a sea of destruction
(All right)
A sea of destruction

[Clutch] Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame
Leviathans will guide you into where they say
Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time
And proper paupers are of sound body and in mind