Below the nightly ocean, glowing bright needle-eyes, in black vaults above us
Above the secretive dark, hovers not unlike the depths, of directionless pressure.
Here in between we falter, fear to recognize a mark, left by the ancient ones
Were they truely forever, or ever but a dream, they imagined upon... us.
Here in between {we'll have it on us} on submarine leathery wings
Here in between {we'll have it on us} crawling on dislocated limbs.
The so called sensitive minds, transmit what is and what was, to be unnamed no longer
Rebuke scientific error, soteriology for awe, where can you run for cover?
Here in between on submarine leathery wings
Here in between crawling on dislocated limbs.
We hear a haunting song from, a sunken cathedral, which has no place in nature
Self fulfilling, prophecy, read a book of dead names,
or laws in fact an artefact of black art
Here in between, we'll have it on us, on submarine leathery wings
Here in between, we'll have it on us, crawling on dislocated limbs.