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Down

To the depths of oceans

Precipitated

Creatures of the evolution

Inepressible

Your conscious dies

Body yields to pressure

(Of) monsters' fangs

Ancient leviathans

Into the abyss cold

Your feeble body falls

The ocean wants your soul

Your prison in its womb

Become

Fathomless

Fix your eyes on

The moving slimy mass

Where no sun shines

Giants're full of rage

Feel the tentacles

Of the reptiles age

Howling from the deep

Now taste

Johna's fate

Don't even hope for help of God

Crowned by the human crowd

Your prayers

Won't make

A sense for the cyclopic beings

Full of rage