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