A Turn for the Worse

The fallen priest that lies beneath. These salty seas that claim him whole. Tied down to his wooden cross. Watch the bastard slowly sink. Pack your shit and leave this place. You're bidding against time. The reaper sends his army, valiant steeds. Four deadly knights, cold as ice. Set ablaze the road ahead. Bringing anything but peace. I swear I heard one speak. Moves his joint to side of mouth. To unleash his devastating breath upon the living. Pushing iron though their beating hearts. Turn for the worse. The tide has changed. The waves have come. Beat down the shore. For now and evermore