The Creature (Single)

So to wake from dreamless sleep To find that wretched hand A creature born of loathsome deeps And walked the world of man A secret hiding below A secret hiding below Where darkness swallows men whole Where darkness swallows men whole A find Which no man could attain Divine but gruesomely profane The sight This beast we once thought dead A fright, this demon of the depths Can it be stopped, this wretched thing With all it's untold dead A pile of corpses at it's feet A vast lagoon of red A mystery under the waves A mystery under the waves Dragging men to their graves Dragging men to their graves A find Which no man could attain Divine but gruesomely profane The sight This beast we once thought dead A fright, this demon of the depths Sinks its claws in me Is this all a dream or certain death? But it's wounds they weep Let the bastard sleep beneath the depths A find Which no man could attain Divine but gruesomely profane The sight This beast we once thought dead A fright, this demon of the depths A find Which no man could attain Divine but gruesomely profane The sight This beast we once thought dead A fright, this demon of the depths