Sing to me so softly,
of Angelic things,
where Angels can tread into depths unknown,
the ocean in all it's mystery,
...
Poseidon's Labyrinth
Sing to me so softly,
of Angelic things,
where Angels can tread into depths unknown,
the ocean in all it's mystery,
house's temple's to God's,
washed away civilizations,
with advance technology,
lie buried here,
waiting for a time where mankind is ready,
shoulder the weight and knowledge of worlds,
in the black depth lies hope,
the cure for any illness,
the power to raise the dead,
the machines that create flesh,
the essence that's in our being,
it is from where all life came,
it's secrets would amaze,
the temples would astound,
go down, go down, go down,
secret not meant to be found