For They Ascend

Where silence reigns and blackened is the day Lurking deep down in a watery grave An entity awaits its hundreth prey As its only satisfaction is to maim Many trophies, proving its skill Disturbing the peace of a quite day Or to strike at a stormy, rough night Cutting the life-string and they`ll bleed to death It sneaks up from the cold depths of the upmost darkness With patience, restrained bloodlust, yet eager to defy Silent and determinated to reach out, cut-throat Unsuspected, invisible, waiting, nocturnal curse Prey in sight, lust for attack The time has come to strike with strength Releasing the harbringers of doom Following their trail towards death A violent explosion, disintegrated to the core Debris descending from the darkened sky Breaking of the spine, bursting of the skin Another kill has been made