Songtext von Ocean Tomb

Boiling in a sea with five Thousand teeth surrounding me A spear from the depths soars through The tide like a dying breed of reptiles The spear pierces the serpent like A predator with little effort Arms spring fourth, arms in numbers Not yet defined by mankind The art of star born misery Is one of a kind Eye to eye, a left over breath Would be a disaster The beast roars, letting loose A sonic wave of terror