Rising soon
Fathoms dark and deep I toil
in this frigid wilderness
My brethren beside me loyal
Yet alone in this great abyss
whit, and skill, my sword
fear harnessed to employ
another day life's hope restore
today, deaths hope destroyed
Once more, again to the deep
and once more my life defend
Smile again to the old Reaper
and say ”Not today, my old friend!”.
"Not today, ya cheep bastard!"
The Descent Begins Soon.
The depths are not rushed.
Beneath the surface, in the silent black, we are forging something built for those who understand the weight of water, the pull of pressure, and the call of the unknown.
Something is being born from the depths. It is coming...
#SANQTVM