Music by B. Bagchus & E. Daniels Lyrics by W. Gubbels
Where silence reigns and blackened is the day
Lurking deep down in a watery grave
An entity awaits its hundreth prey
As its only satisfaction is to maim
Many trophies, proving its skill
Disturbing the peace of a quite day
Or to strike at a stormy, rough night
Cutting the life-string and they?ll bleed to death
It sneaks up from the cold depths of the upmost darkness
With patience, restrained bloodlust, yet eager to defy
Silent and determinated to reach out, cut-throat
Unsuspected, invisible, waiting, nocturnal curse
Prey in sight, lust for attack
The time has come to strike with strength
Releasing the harbringers of doom
Following their trail towards death