ŞARKI SÖZÜ
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
