The waters stirred before creation itself
A dark void of ancient things
Filled with unknown terrors
And deathless monstrosities

All these primordial creatures
Were slaughtered in due time
With the rise of man
And his endless ambitions

Yet some say they were not all destroyed
And that one of them yet lives
Sleeping in solitude
Below the thick black waves

And with the departure of the stars
He will dream once more
Waking from his slumber
To fill our world with eyes