There lays asleep a nightmare provoken It’s tendrils clawing underneath our own galleon There lays asleep a nightmare provoken The scent of blood pervades the creature’s senses A blackened cloud looms ahead
Found; abandoned thousands of years ago An eldritch incantation halted flow of time Decapitated corpses row the ship ahead Trapped between realities, no escape
Dread creeps on our skin Dead flesh fills the air Dread creeps on our skin Dead flesh fills the air
Oblivion has now chosen forth our faith A gate is opening, bringing with it: plague
Locusts swarm amongst the sky and in the sea the sharks accompany Blackened bursts of shadow break apart our craft In the water lies the beast
It breathes In one massive inhalation, he blackens out the world
He blackens out the world In one massive inhalation, he blackens out the world And now we stand, at the gates of death Wondering, can we weather the undertow?
Can we swim against the tide? Free us from the bowels of hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
