Sharksphere

(duuuun-dun) (duuuun-dun) Deep in the dark,

beneath the waves Something is moving,

counting the days

Silently gliding, cutting the cold A primal design,

heavy and old

It's circling closer now (shhh) No sound,

just the shadow's vow (dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun)

Two hundred teeth,

eyes turning black

Once it begins, there's no turning back

Ocean is wide,

nowhere to hide

Caught in the pull,

swept with the tide

Cold blood, warm sea

Nothing escapes the hunter's decree

(watching you)

(dun-dun... dun-dun...) (shhh)