From the depths, a whisper, a gentle echo,
calling, calling, wandering souls.
The abyss speaks in tones of silence,
and you listen, you listen, with open ears,
to the undertows of time, the timeless whispers.
Endless echoes, the rhythm of waves,
seeking the secrets beneath still waters.
The abyss, it breathes, it breathes softly,
and you are drawn, you are drawn, deeper still.
In the depths, the silence is a song,
and the whispers guide you, guide you home.
Home, yet foreign, where memories linger,
and you wonder, you wonder, what lies beneath.