Tendrils & Tentacles

 

As above, so below

Shut the hatch, down we go

Underneath the sunken City of the Aboleth

Dark & silent, weird and cold

Something hidden takes ahold

Wriggle free with little wrinkles in the outer hull

(Chorus)

What’s in the black deep? Has it been asleep for all time?

And did it wake up because of something we did in our submarine?

Murky mists of blood and ink try to pull us in the drink

Engines full away from mouths and slimy mandibles

Try not to spill your cup, there’s no place to go but up

Fire torpedoes at tendrils and tentacles

(Chorus)

What’s in the black deep? Has it been asleep for all time?

And did it wake up because of something we did in our submarine?

 

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