The Log

violent storms upset the waters with force
halting our tour unless we alter our course
give the order offcourse, obey the time frame
can't arrive late, this vessel shall find haste
no blind faith, diagram marked with a viable line
-sir, we're heading where the mystic triangle aligns
an unrelibale sign? quit the supersticious babble
right after the radar made a suspicious crackle
distance traveled, the uneasy sea finally relieved
anxiety feeled, treacherous waters quietly decieves
time will reveal, feeling our ship slightly vibrate
objects appears over the horizon, lighting vibrant
brightly shining, flying in a synchronic sequence
coming in seeking as we're greeted by a sonic beacon
no frequencies, coms are down, radar's gone zapped
it's all black, we been detached from the whole map
old scrap of ancient shipwrecks surfacing to be spotted
beneath us a monstrous shadow emerging from the bottom
the darkened surface trembles as colossal spheres appears
illuminating the eclipsed ocean, we just stare with fear
I pray in tears, dear God, save me from the unknown
all I hear is horrendous tones drilling through my bones
gruesome groans, deriving from a deep-sea titan arising
frightened, no use fighting this leviathan arriving
striving, paralysed by despair, I simply panic instead
an organic creature equipped with a mechanical head?
synthetic vertebraes protracted as far as eyes can see
what kind of breed? fuck this shit.. bout time we flee
maximize speed I screamed, the plead seems to be futile
the colussus sucks us in.. this beast fiercely brutal
to be truthful, I was being stupid to ignore the warning
anyone reading, don't cross a triangle when it's storming