Dagon’s Lullament

Under black water, your name still turns

Old king of the trench,

lie still

They carved your story

in the pressure and salt In the ribs of the earth where

the tide bells call Before the

young crown rose from fire and storm

You carried the dark like a holy form

Dagon, I sing where the seabed bends For the first great heart

that the deep world sends And the water keeps your weight

And the ruins keep your face

Every wave lays down a wreath Every current learns your grace Sleep

now, Dagon, under miles of blue Stone-eyed guardian,

the old world knew The sea still bows when your memory moves

Lost but not gone in the ancient groove Sleep now,

Dagon, let the cold tide carry you I heard your bones in

the temple floor

A thunder held in a silent shore The faithful left shells where

your altar sleeps And grief ran bright through the canyon deeps If

monsters

mourn, then the trench has cried With a moonless hymn for the

fallen titan

No crown stays gold in the crushing sea No god stays whole

in eternity

Still your name rises in me

Like a prayer the deep won't leave

Sleep now,

Dagon, under miles of

blue Stone-eyed guardian, the old world knew The sea still bows when

your memory moves Lost but not gone in the ancient groove Sleep

now, Dagon, let the cold tide carry

you (ooh) Your name still turns below (ooh) Dagon,

rest where the last lights go