King of the Deep

Back and forth we sway and sink
In tidal chains our spirits are linked
Who knew the River Styx channeled the sea
And ends at a kingdom lit up by the deceased

Spirits rule over their territories
Angels and demons are princes and kings
If gods of mythology were Nephilim
Then surely Poseidon is the King of the Deep

When the souls of men, reach their full dissent
We'll be waiting to catch them into our hands
Their hearts will be known, whether chaff or gold
Burned on the Hearth of the ocean's King Archangel

I have leagues, of angels with me
Sit on my throne catching souls like trophies
I've been known, as Neptune and Poseidon
King of the Deep between land and Perdition

Falling from above, we know not where from
But we collect them into our aquarium

Six feet down, or six thousand
We're buried by fathoms until our judgment

When the Son of God, gives his final call
His voice rings out into the tombs of us all

Chaff will burn, on Poseidon's Hearth
Those who are left resurrect back to Earth
All the souls, in Davy Jones
Will wash ashore to the Great White Throne
All the souls, in Davy Jones
Will wash ashore to the Great White Throne