Leviathan - Desolate Shrine

Leviathan!

Great Ancient Serpent

Devour the Sun of my soul

Treat iron like straw and bronze like rotten wood

Great Ancient Serpent

Devour the Sun of my soul

Circle me with your coils of chaos

When I reach for eternities

Seal me beneath your gorge of depths

For as I drown, I travel

Great Ancient Serpent

Devour the Sun of my soul

Leviathan!

Treat iron like straw and bronze lik rotten wood

Crooked prince of th waters

Of knowledge and awareness

Of chaos and confusion

Of the waters of man

Leviathan!

Will not be cured the wings that lay on a back of a dead

And will not carry the feathers that were rotten from the birth

Cut them loose

Rip and burn

Your heart is free and your soul of fire