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