Here Under is the mark that lies beneath the ocean floor riddled with mysteries Black then any night The light of hope and their god not penetrating this deep Preserved in a stone cavern Surrounded by weed and bone This symbol of forgotten aeons this relic of black light Centuries have past since it was lost since the old ways died Forgotten by all but a few and now found again To resurrect this past and haunt the land with malevolence and tyranny Pulled from the water Touching the living which then turns to rot The secret no longer lost Cloaked bearers wield this mark of pain they are of the serpents reign The predator of the lamb Those of the damned who stalk the weak They haunt your sleep The ocean tide is that of blood The mysteries of the deep brought this miseryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
