Lyrics Ocean Tomb - Disfiguring The Goddess

Ocean Tomb

Boiling in a sea with five thousand teeth surrounding me
A spear from the depths soars through the tide
Like a dying breed of reptiles.
The spear pierces the serpant
Like a predator with little effort.
Arms spring forth, arms in
Numbers not yet defined by mankind.
The art of star born
Misery is one of a kind.
Eye to eye, a left over breath
Would be a disaster.
The beast roars, letting loose a
Sonic wave of terror