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
