Call of the Abyss

Under moonless tides they slumber deep. Where silence knows their secret key.

A scent of brine upon the breeze. Whispers born of rotting seas.

Eyes that flicker in the dark. Echoes of a drowned old mark. Walls decay with

dreams unsaid. In halls where mortal souls have fled. Call of the

abyss, blood in the foam. Where shadows gather and

gods call us home. Children of fathom, silent and pale. Return to the

ocean beyond every veil. Rust consumes forgotten doors. Streets where nothing

walks no more. But somewhere in the ground below. The ancient heart