Driven from the forces of the unknown
From the shadows of deep
From the depths of the ocean's floor
Never woken from it's sleep
Scavengers arise from the bowels below
Searching for the condemned of a mythic soul
Draining the oceans of it's soul
The Watchers Powers Creep
It's ancient ritual
Never woken from it's sleep
Cryptic writings on the wall
On the Watcher's golden tom
Sketched within
Humanity's certain doom
Souls of the innocent lost from it's mist
The sanctions of evil rise to the abyss
Magic of being conquers the test of time
Powers structured from devouring rhyme