The flooded rings, the chambers of old
Beneath the waves, the dead eyed roam cold
Royalty of the deep, and hunter alike
Pitch black eyes are scanning awaiting the strike

Waters cold, dominion and throne
The thrashing sounds, the breaking of bone
As blackened eyes appear infected by strain
The world turns red releasing life from its chains

The flooded rings, the chambers of old
Beneath the waves, the dead eyed roam cold
Royalty of the deep, and hunter alike
Pitch black eyes are scanning awaiting the strike