Harbor Royale - The Arsonist

We were never pirates merely criminals and thieves. We were standing on our own two feet, and we were chasing the dream. Before we embark sailing through these stars… I must confess some things. Olympia was torched to the ground. "The arsonists have escaped our grips". Hot on our trails now, and lost in this intoxicating sound… We're up to our throats in the greatest story never told. The bells were ringing, these sirens echoing. We were dancing like kids when the ashes eat the greenest of scenery. Let's run for safety, oh so safely, hope that it will hold us there. The trees on fire, light up the sky, like the fourth of July. They were screaming. We were laughing. The gods were cursing us out of the sky. Sinking. The swamps were sinking as we were swimming to the other side. I'm becoming much like the monster. Nothing left of the man.