Deep beneath the ocean lands
Crossless deserts grown
Fields of endless rolling sands
Home to parts unknown
Stirred up lifeforce dark 'n deep
Far beneath the loam
Angered by a lack of sleep
Noises in it's dome
Out to dig a daggered hand
Crushing all below
Bent to see our holy lands
Ripped to undertow
Bedlam early rises east
Blocking out the sun
Westword on a marching feast
Netting all to one
Krakon! Wailed the early call
Quick! Our monster rallies
Marching for the world to fall
Mountains fell to valleys
Words are its awaking
Angers spent too loud
Kraken's tongue is raking
Bitesized by the crowd
Sparing bits of all of us
Spitting little back
Devils own prometheus
Plans the next attack
Guarding all your bracken
Guarding all your things
Cannot slow the Krakon
Whose dinner bell, It rings!
-Hermit King-
