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.