From the depths of the blackened tide,
Where moonlight dies and shadows bide,
A specter wakes, its wrath untamed,
A soul forgotten, yet still unchained.
Hushed murmurs weave through twisted reeds,
A siren’s call for souls to feed,
No mercy found, no path to flee,
The water’s lord now claims your plea!
Vodyanoy, king of the flood!
Keeper of the damned in mud!
Through the fog, his vengeance crawls,
Claiming lives where darkness calls!
His flesh like rot, his gaze like frost,
A realm where hope is long since lost,
Upon a dais of broken thrones,
He rules the depths, the drowned, the unknown.
Eldritch terrors, bound in streams,
Haunt the edges of your dreams,
No forgiveness, no reprieve,
The river claims what you believe!
Vodyanoy, king of the flood!
Keeper of the damned in mud!
Through the fog, his vengeance crawls,
Claiming lives where darkness calls!
Rise from the depths, consume the shore,
No gods can save, no light endures,
The waters churn with anguished screams,
A cursed domain of shattered dreams!
Vodyanoy, king of the flood!
None survive his wrath of blood!
Through the mist, his shadow falls,
One by one, the land is drowned!
"And the river sings its final hymn, as the world grows dim."