The God We Drowned - Crocell

We tore him from his throne and bound him in chains

Dragged him through the wastes and scarred his face

The tyrant and despoiler mocked and caged

Held down and bound in a prison of mirrors

I saw his face, contorted

By the flagellation

I saw the faithful mourning

Sordid consegration

But no death was granted him as he languished away

With taunting forms around him, he waited and declined

Bided his time awaiting his escape

I saw his face, contorted

By the flagellation

I saw the faithful mourning

Sordid consegration

And slowly driven mad by the remembrance of what he was

Looking upon his wrecked visage in the mirrors

He clawed out his eyes, refusing to see

To feel the anguish of his mutilated form

The god we drowned lives on

He waits beneath the sea

The god we drowned lives on

Soon he will be free

A final act of vengeance, of torment taken shape

Reflections of the pain that was his fate

Disciples of hatred killed whom they found

To mimic the ruin of the god we drowned

I saw his face, contorted

By the flagellation

I saw the faithful mourning

Sordid consegration

The god we drowned lives on

The tide is rising

The god we drowned lives on

Now come the whirlwinds

The god we drowned lives on

The maelstrom grows bigger

The god we drowned lives on

The god we drowned