Quiet surface
Blurred reflection
Heaven's mirror
Calm awake
Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks
Peaceful silence
Pressing void
Moving shadows
In the melody
Like glass until it breaks
Like glass until it breaks
No ships set sail on this ocean
No longing gaze from the shores
No screams drown in this deafening storm
But echoes of remorse
A formless driftwood sculpture
Soars above the sunken towers
Of this broken, long-lost kingdom
This wrecked Atlantis
Now behold the premonition
The golden crest of waves
The globes of crimson fire
As the ocean drinks the sun
Deep, deep down
The mouth of pandemonium opens wide
Deep, deep down
When its not that beast
When its not that beast
Not that beast
