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For epochs we have lain
Upon this ocean throne
An altar to the gods
Growing in our lethargy
Feeding on those below
Immortal seven seas
But all our victories
Are lost upon the tide

Revel not at Leviathan
Look closer and see
Harpoons that pierce his ancient flesh
And though he strains
Against the ceaseless reel
He too will lie with the crabs eventually

Yet now our golden age
Is reaching its demise
The setting of the sun
It will be you who finally
Drags us back to the deep
To face the nightmare
No mournful serenade
For those about to die

Revel not at Leviathan
Look closer and see
Harpoons that pierce his ancient flesh
And though he strains
Against the ceaseless reel
He too will lie with the crabs eventually

For now a storm arrives
To wash the light away

Revel not at Leviathan
Look closer and see
Harpoons that pierce his ancient flesh
And though he strains
Against the ceaseless reel
He too will lie with the crabs
He'll lie

One last breath for Leviathan
Torn asunder, he
A bitter end in human killing fields
Gaze upon his fading majesty
As he falls to lie with the crabs
In the grave of the sea
The sea
In the grave of the sea

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