The Mark That Lies Beneath

Here Under is the mark that lies beneath

The ocean floor riddled with mysteries

Black then any night

The light of hope and their god

Not penetrating this deep

Preserved in a stone cavern

Surrounded by weed and bone

This symbol of forgotten aeons

This relic of black light

Centuries have past since it was lost

Since the old ways died

Forgotten by all but a few

And now found again

To resurrect this past and haunt the land

With malevolence and tyranny

Pulled from the water

Touching the living which then turns to rot

The secret no longer lost

Cloaked bearers wield this mark of pain

They are of the serpents reign

The predator of the lamb

Those of the damned

Who stalk the weak

They haunt your sleep

The ocean tide

Is that of blood

The mysteries of the deep

Brought this misery