Welcheke Smile

Huh! Beneath the iron oxide tide. A leviathan takes a ride.

On a current cold and black as crude. He's seen the phosphorescent glow

of sunken cities down below. And tasted lunar light in every mood.

But in the deep, a silent ache. A pressure nothing can forsake.

A song that's sung but never understood. But the abyss can't hold the

joy he hides. It cracks the ice where the polar tide collides. A seismic shift

deep in his soul. Welcheke Smile. A breach of pure delight.

A crater wide that splits the tide. And floods the endless night.