In the deep, in a saltwater cave the leashed beast lies. Cold and coiled, in dreamless sleep that muzzles bloody promise. A horn sounds, the mountain shakes, the kraken is broken free!
Murder and mayhem, fire and fury, the sea churns thickly red. The horn blows twice and rage rimmed eyes hate the speck that sounds and bloodlust cries to bring the sounder down. But the kraken turns toward the deep, heeding the call of home. For so it loves the cruel madness, it also loves the leash.
