His eyes, his hands Upwards to distant sky Coldness is eternal Darkness is not a blessing Pressure he endures Underwater, away from sight Without his children His name is effigy to them
His thoughts above the liquid To the wretched shore where they live Cast him in, the darkness calls his name Forget the time when he was something else Than stone...
The will to live Arise anew and be The deep is pulsing Echoes silent, agonizing Darkness may be a blessing Coldness his dearest friend His children equal scum His name is strange to them
