Fear Before The March Of Flames

When we start, we lack a rulers knowledge
When we grow, we gain the tools to conquer
I'll kill the king just for a taste of copper
Where did the fins go?
What are these limbs for?
If we leave, we don't return...
There's a wall out past the shallow waters
Where's there's land and all is faithful
Followers, they remained, endured the taste of salt
There's a beast who swallowed up his soldiers
Drew them out into the cities and shores
Gave them greed and made them slaves...