Disfiguring the Goddess - Ocean Tomb lyrics

Boiling in a sea with five thousand teeth surrounding me A spear from the depths soars through the tide Like a dying breed of reptiles. The spear pierces the serpant Like a predator with little effort. Arms spring forth, arms in Numbers not yet defined by mankind. The art of star born Misery is one of a kind. Eye to eye, a left over breath Would be a disaster. The beast roars, letting loose a Sonic wave of terror