• Before the dawn can give it's light
    in the cold, still, midnight air
    awakes the master of the night
    he stirs within his lair

    He opens wide his gleaming eyes
    in the blackness of his cave
    the world above he does despise
    the world he will enslave

    He lies beneath our world unseen
    in a land that he despises
    dreaming of a day foreseen
    the day Leviathan rises