In the abyssal plains where light dare not tread (not tread)
My spirit, a leviathan, awakes from its bed (my bad)
Beneath the pressure, where silent songs are spun
I craft my armor in the absence of Sun

(Oh-oh)
From the depths to the crest of the waves I climb
Chasing the whispers of the old maritime
Each fathom conquered, a lore of might
From the ocean’s heart to the zenith of light

Through briny veils and the tempest’s embrace
I navigate myths, all the ancients’ trace
In waters deep where the sirens sing
I forge my will, an unbreakable ring

(Oh-oh)
From the depths to the crest of the waves I climb
Chasing the whispers of the old maritime
Each fathom conquered, a lore of might
From the ocean’s heart to the zenith of light

(Oh-oh)
From the depths to the crest of the waves I climb
Chasing the whispers of the old maritime
Each fathom conquered, a lore of might
From the ocean’s heart to the zenith of light