Deep down in the water's grottos,
long forgotten by the sun,
where cold bodies are still decaying
by the time you have stopped speaking and thinking.
No tide generates movement anymore,
no scaled body whips its tail.
The new gods, without stirring,
require sparks of sanity.
Triton, awaken!
You are still needed.
Triton, awaken!
Has your last breath been spent?
This time there is no return.
All life has moved from the sea with you.
Doesn't your animal spirit brew revenge?
Do you hear me? Triton, awaken!
Will no trumpet call rouse you
before your last shrine crumbles?
Your temple cannot be discovered
in another world's garbage.
As the ruler of the Seven Seas
(once invincible)
you see your current realm too heavily threatened.
You'd need armies far too vast
(more than are disposable),
this is why you'd rather stay ... dead.
Triton, awaken!
You are still needed.
Triton, awaken!
Has your last breath been spent?
This time there is no return.
All life has moved from the sea with you.
Doesn't your animal spirit brew revenge?
Do you hear me? Triton, awaken!
Triton, awaken!
You are still needed.
Triton, awaken!
Has your last breath been spent?
This time there is no return.
All life has moved from the sea with you.
Doesn't your animal spirit brew revenge?
Do you hear me?
Triton, awaken!
Are you still asleep in the sand?
Triton, awaken!
You are no longer banned.
Is there nothing that could move you
to return into your element?
It is time for your revenge.
Do you hear me? Triton, awaken!