Cerulean - Gomorrah

Vast and infinite, the ceaseless tidal shift

Breaking under the weight of a silent ocean’s grip

Polarities, they reverse into nothingness

Hemispheres reconstruct to build this monolith

Thou, belong to the leagues

To lust for the depths where no light can poison the sight of this fathomed

death

Immured by the blackest tempests weathered dismal grip

Washed upon abandoned gates and sunken city steps

Death, lay us down

The ghostly sway, the half life dance of this forgotten flesh

Inside the oceanic graves of Cerulean

Now, behold the end

The salt wash them skeleton clean

In this pitch aphotic

Now, we bring forth the end

Baptised in death, beneath the oceans of Lethe