

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