In the labyrinth of pain and pleasure
One cannot see in front of their spirit
Lightning strikes from dark clouds
Illuminating the puddles below
The only windows of this kingdom
Peering through reveals the shapes
Thousands of souls unrecognizable
My silhouette unrecognizable
The monster of the deep
Primitive and devolved
There is no hope
But I am called
The monster of the deep
Primitive and devolved
There is no hope
But yet I am called