"Oh, kraken's fist, that throttles the gale, as I succumb to the void's dark travail, my voice a fraying rope, that rends the air, utter these words, with lips that flutter, like a gull's wings, in a maelstrom's snare. To conjure the verse, vocalize through a submerged, hollowed reed, while submerged, with eyes aglow, like embers, in the dark, sulfurous depths, where 0tjxvk echoes, a haunting, guttural keen, that shatters the blackness, and summons the forsaken, from the crushing, dark below."