The Cold of the Ocean

Below the whipping waves lies the unseen The powerful force of the one hiding Exploring fools thought he was a bad dream Down they sank into depths to meet The King Crushed by waves, cut by steel, pierced by splinters The Old King awaits exalted by his swarm They have never known defeat, nor winters They eat the bodies when cold freezes warm The King watches his minions with great glee
The frenzy finished his mind unsoured
To await the next meal is always a bore So The King flies from home to open your door