paroles de chanson The Creature - Rise from Your Grave

So to wake from dreamless sleep
To find that wretched hand
A creature born of loathsome deeps
And walked the world of man

A secret hiding below
A secret hiding below
Where darkness swallows men whole
Where darkness swallows men whole

A find
Which no man could attain
Divine but gruesomely profane
The sight
This beast we once thought dead
A fright, this demon of the depths

Can it be stopped, this wretched thing
With all it's untold dead
A pile of corpses at it's feet
A vast lagoon of red

A mystery under the waves
A mystery under the waves
Dragging men to their graves
Dragging men to their graves

A find
Which no man could attain
Divine but gruesomely profane
The sight
This beast we once thought dead
A fright, this demon of the depths

Sinks its claws in me
Is this all a dream or certain death?
But it's wounds they weep
Let the bastard sleep beneath the depths

A find
Which no man could attain
Divine but gruesomely profane
The sight
This beast we once thought dead
A fright, this demon of the depths

A find
Which no man could attain
Divine but gruesomely profane
The sight
This beast we once thought dead
A fright, this demon of the depths