In the abyssal plains where light dare not tread (not tread) My spirit, a leviathan, awakes from its bed (my bad) Beneath the pressure, where silent songs are spun I craft my armor in the absence of Sun (Oh-oh) From the depths to the crest of the waves I climb Chasing the whispers of the old maritime Each fathom conquered, a lore of might From the ocean’s heart to the zenith of light Through briny veils and the tempest’s embrace I navigate myths, all the ancients’ trace In waters deep where the sirens sing I forge my will, an unbreakable ring (Oh-oh) From the depths to the crest of the waves I climb Chasing the whispers of the old maritime Each fathom conquered, a lore of might From the ocean’s heart to the zenith of light (Oh-oh) From the depths to the crest of the waves I climb Chasing the whispers of the old maritime Each fathom conquered, a lore of might From the ocean’s heart to the zenith of light