Ocean Tomb - Disfiguring The Goddess

Boiling in a sea with five thousand teeth surrounding me

A spear from the depths soars through the tide

Like a dying breed of reptiles.

The spear pierces the serpant

Like a predator with little effort.

Arms spring forth, arms in

Numbers not yet defined by mankind.

The art of star born

Misery is one of a kind.

Eye to eye, a left over breath

Would be a disaster.

The beast roars, letting loose a

Sonic wave of terror