You sleep beneath the ocean floor,
You dream of eldritch times before
When once you ruled the fervid Pleistocene.
Your visage blinds the mortal eye,
You live and yet eternal lie,
In aeons even death may die
Jolene
Your face is vast with squid like arms
The secret cults proclaim your charms
They infiltrate our human society
We pray you do not stir once more
To rise from neath the ocean floor
We'll go mad as you crush our world
Jolene
Though worlds may crumble, stars may fall,
In your embrace, you'll have them all,
Against your power, we're but small,
Jolene.
So as the galaxies align,
At the altar of the serpentine,
I plead you spare this soul of mine,
Jolene.
