The Primeval Dark

Rooted within the pitch-black heart (The pitch-black heart)

Entrenched behind the weary eyes (The weary eyes)

In the faraway song the cold sea sung (The cold sea sung)

In the calm whisper of winds afar (Of winds afar)

It lies, calls and awaits

Deep in the primeval dark

Embodiment of despair

That never leaves or severs the ties