Parasites of Europa's Abyss

Beneath the ice of Europa's crust. The oceans boil. The steel will rust.

They whisper soft in the water's glow. The parasites come from below,

below. Dead a bite, bite, bite, till the marrow

runs thin. Dead a crawl, crawl, crawl. Let the hunger

begin. They'll hollow your vessel. They'll answer your call.

On Europa's black ocean, the parasites thrall. They

ride the currents slick and sly. They see through glass with a thousand eyes.

Your breath fogs cold, but your skin grows warm as they hollow