Paroles de Strange Aeons

Sunken deep, a dormant city in the sea Dreaming god, waiting for rebirth Deathly still, empty labyrinthine halls In this place, most remote on earth Rising from the blackest depths Ancient evil secrets kept Jagged spires where he slept Soon to break the waves That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange eons even death may die Ritual from forgotten centuries Arcane sorcery most foul Offering to his voracious appetite Summoning from the ocean's bowels Beyond death, slumbering eternally Time has come, awakened by the cult Avatar of what was never meant to be Harbinger, hailing man's fall Rising from the blackest depths Ancient evil secrets kept Jagged spires where he slept Soon to break the waves That is not dead which can eternal lie And with strange eons even death may die Writhing mass of tentacles Tattered wretched wings Embodiment of every fear And all unearthly things Creeping terror from the depths Breeding fear and hate Feeding on iniquity Apocalypse incarnate Sunken deep, a dormant city in the sea Dreaming god, waiting for rebirth Deathly still, empty labyrinthine halls In this place, most remote on earth Beyond death, slumbering eternally Time has come, awakened by the cult Avatar of what was never meant to be Harbinger, hailing man's fall