In its shell beneath the waves

The Conch of Man, in darkness stays,

and from within its twisted form

strange new horrors start to spawn.

With a writhing, twisting dance,

it lays its eggs in chilling trance,

and from those eggs, new breed is born,

that feeds on flesh of those forlorn.

Beware the offspring of the Conch,

for they are born in darkest haunch,

and with their mother's wicked ways

they seek to claim their human prey.