Ocean Tomb Lyrics

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 serpant like a predator with little effort. Arms spring forth, 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