Death is Below
Biding its time
I can feel its grasp
So Icy and Cold
It beckons us now
To our watery grave
Cross the bridge
The Coming Storm
The rising tide
The crashing waves
The Howling wind
The hand of death
The gaping maw
The black abyss
We're forced to cross
No way to turn to back
We must reach the end
The gateway beyond
The Master of All
The Living and Dead
None cross this bridge
None reach the gate
I am the end
Sink deep below
Come to your grave
Come to your grave
Come to your grave