In dreams I hear him calling out

From the restless slumber

In these mindless towers

From a place within you can't explain

Visions I receive from outer plains

Cities made from stone

Not of this Earth

His throne submerged

In this funeral birth

A madness no man can explain

Visions sent from outer plains

At the bottom of the ocean

He waits to be free

I feel his slimy fingers

Reach out for me

At the bottom of the ocean

Beneath it's very depths

His sleeping song is calling

To my living death

In dreams I hear him calling out

From restless slumber

In these mindless towers

A madness no man can explain

Visions I receive from outer plains

At the bottom of the ocean

He waits to be free

I feel his slimy fingers

Reach out for me

At the bottom of the ocean

Beneath it's very depths

His sleeping song is calling

To my living death