The cold enters in, pealing my skin I now face the deep unknown The absence of light hints shapeshifting lines The time has come to reap what you've sown Archaic energies lurk in the heart of the sea They'll rise from centuries of secrecy and slumber They'll rise and devour my dead soul A final dive to reach the peaceful meadows Ahhh... Touch the grim wraith, with a leap of faith And the darkness will vanish in a blaze With my last breath, I'm deceived by death This bleak pit will not become my grave Sacred ground, under my feet Submerged mound, a place to dwell Abysmal moor, my downfall's complete Found before, the vast gates of hell