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• Howling from the Deep

Down
To the depths of oceans
Precipitated
Creatures of the evolution
Irrepressible.
Your conscious dies
Body yields to pressure
(Of) monsters’ fangs –
Ancient Leviathans!!!

Into the abyss cold
Your feeble body falls
The ocean wants your soul
Your prison in its womb…

Become
Fathomless
Fix your eyes on
The moving slimy mass
Where no sun shines
Giants ‘re full of rage.
Feel the tentacles
Of the Reptiles Age!

Into the abyss cold
Your feeble body falls
The ocean wants your soul
Your prison in its womb…

Howling from the deep!

Now taste
Johna’s fate
Don’t even hope for help of God,
Crowned by the human crowd!
Your prayers
Won’t make
A sense for the Cyclopic beings
Full of rage!!!

Into the abyss cold
Your feeble body falls
The ocean wants your soul
Your prison in its womb…

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