Desolate Shrine - Leviathan

Leviathan!
Great Ancient Serpent
Devour the Sun of my soul
Treat iron like straw and bronze like rotten wood
Great Ancient Serpent
Devour the Sun of my soul
Circle me with your coils of chaos
When I reach for eternities
Seal me beneath your gorge of depths
For as I drown, I travel

Great Ancient Serpent
Devour the Sun of my soul
Leviathan!
Treat iron like straw and bronze like rotten wood
Crooked prince of the waters
Of knowledge and awareness
Of chaos and confusion
Of the waters of man

Leviathan!
Will not be cured the wings that lay on a back of a dead
And will not carry the feathers that were rotten from the birth

Cut them loose
Rip and burn
Your heart is free and your soul of fire

Leviathan!
Great Ancient Serpent
Devour the Sun of my soul
Pull me down into your watery deep
For as I fall, I travel

Forever