The master above all masters they claimed and then others
Under the sea there's clarity, blood streaming out of the
An eerie cold takes hold of my soul, perverting my
Guttural screams echoes in the dark, silenced only by a
This triangle, for what use ? Colours no longer exist.
Weeping, those who strive. Mortal, you will die. We march,
I reinforce the machinery playing with your mind, manage to
As i crawl through the mud I felt this aim