In the depths of sea’s surface
Their ruins stand straight since the furthest past
They give their call to the mad
In total dark, tormented by the call
Prayers don’t serve, how to avoid Death?
An evil rest of an incredibly distant past
The watery chasms claim for my presence
I can’t refuse their call for more time
A chronic glow blinds my sense of life
An aural dream of disturbing peace
A bright glow lights the shrine door
Ceremonial flames that demand my soul