The shores of Vaelan

Envy those who've come back from the shores of Vaelan,

And those who've come back sane.

For on those curced shores of Vaelan,

Sit blood red crabs with no proper name.

And the sands on the shores of Vealan,

Are the greyest mid-storm blue.

They're beautiful, the shores of Vaelan,

We've all gone there and you will too.

Don't believe what you see on the shores of Vaelan,

The crabs will trick your eyes.

And slit your throat as you stare at Vaelan,

More blood, more blue, more lives.

The crabs live on the shores of Vaelan,

No one knows from whence they came.

 The crabs hunt on the shores of Vealan,

Those blood red crabs with no proper name.

Some say that the shores of Vaelan,

Were once safe and free.

And legend says that the crabs of Vaelan,

Will stay as long as angels bleed.

But 'till then we send to the shores of Vaelan,

Your like, with innocence so bright.

And pray to the waves that the shores of Vaelan,

Don't paint your blood against the night.