The King of the Deep
With a crash and bang
The sky begins to rumble
With a crack of lightning
The sea begins to tremble
The vortex of blue surrounds us
With bits of the world unseen
The depths of the underwater hell engulfs us
Showing us what we wish not to see
The once glimmering palace of the deep
Now littered with trash and despair
Proves the point that man is weak
That we are not worthy to breathe air
The crew and I beg and plead
For mercy to come
But He with his trident saw our deed
For throwing over one bottle of rum
With a swift jab he threw me up
To a world I was supposed to be
But it looked rather different
While I was afloat at sea
To all my fellow men
I bring you a solemn warning
The king of the deep is watching
Preparing to attack in the morning
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