Back and forth we sway and sink In tidal chains our spirits are linked Who knew the River Styx channeled the sea And ends at a kingdom lit up by the deceased Spirits rule over their territories Angels and demons are princes and kings If gods of mythology were Nephilim Then surely Poseidon is the King of the Deep When the souls of men, reach their full dissent We'll be waiting to catch them into our hands Their hearts will be known, whether chaff or gold Burned on the Hearth of the ocean's King Archangel I have leagues, of angels with me Sit on my throne catching souls like trophies I've been known, as Neptune and Poseidon King of the Deep between land and Perdition Falling from above, we know not where from But we collect them into our aquarium Six feet down, or six thousand We're buried by fathoms until our judgment When the Son of God, gives his final call His voice rings out into the tombs of us all Chaff will burn, on Poseidon's Hearth Those who are left resurrect back to Earth All the souls, in Davy Jones Will wash ashore to the Great White Throne All the souls, in Davy Jones Will wash ashore to the Great White Throne