Black-and-white shadows cut the waves like blades, Tidal kings with ancient war parades. Voices echo through the salt-sky shroud, Singing war songs, hungry, bold, and loud. We hunt in storms, we strike in sync, Fins like fire, eyes that never blink. We rise with the roar, we crash with the flame, Cold blood burns hot — no one leaves the same. We twist and spin, we break, we win, We are sea dragons! Serpents of thunder, the deep is our throne, We don’t need wings to make skies our own. Steel in our breath, and code in our skin, We circle the reef, then drag you in. We hunt in storms, we strike in sync, Fins like fire, eyes that never blink. We rise with the roar, we crash with the flame, Cold blood burns hot — no one leaves the same. We twist and spin, we break, we win, We are sea dragons! Down where the sun’s lost, the silence grows strange, Where pressure folds time and the dark doesn’t change. Some call it sacred, some call it cursed, But both kneel before the ones who strike first. The dragon breathes fire, we drown it in tide, Apex in riddle, in rage we confide. Fangs in the hush, a storm in disguise— We haunt the abyss with obsidian eyes. We rise with the roar, we crash with the flame, Cold blood burns hot — no one leaves the same. We twist and spin, we break, we win, We are sea dragons! No wings, no chains, just the ocean wide— We rule below where the beasts reside. One breath, one strike, no need for fire, We drag the heavens into the mire— We are sea dragons!
