Quiet surface

Blurred reflection

Heaven's mirror

Calm awake

Like glass until it breaks

Like glass until it breaks

Peaceful silence

Pressing void

Moving shadows

In the melody

Like glass until it breaks

Like glass until it breaks

No ships set sail on this ocean

No longing gaze from the shores

No screams drown in this deafening storm

But echoes of remorse

A formless driftwood sculpture

Soars above the sunken towers

Of this broken, long-lost kingdom

This wrecked Atlantis

Now behold the premonition

The golden crest of waves

The globes of crimson fire

As the ocean drinks the sun

Deep, deep down

The mouth of pandemonium opens wide

Deep, deep down

When its not that beast

When its not that beast

Not that beast