The old byssal lore pt.1

In the misty mountains of hollow There is a dark spirit It speeks to one in a certain way Through the wind and the trees and the fog Tread waresomly into the abyssal night For it becomes you Manifests in you Is you [chorus] Latvian dogbreeders are holy A behemoth falls for a trap Five fine fishes feeble finish You better tread with care my friend This might just be the end Sacred path with sacred wrath Bye bye scaredy cat