I'm inside your galleon, every timbered limb gazing through a hazy portal of cracked obsidian never to be released from this seafaring tomb to be condemned before the waves beneath the waning light of the moon
Upon uncharted ocean, a realm unknown to me far above the cold abyss, where the deep calls to deep with no treasures to find, only strange mysteries detached and obscured by Neptunian gravity of clamourously wailing below ten thousand leagues in the darkest of tempests the whirlpools beckon me
The kingdom of Poseidon, and its armies unseen collecting souls of voyagers centuries before me though entire fleets have perished in the gallery of waves will my body be disposed outside Atlantean gates?
waiting in this turmoil to be reborn firing at sunrise, we'll hear the cannons
Within the grasp of Triton, I am brandished and thrown Unto the alter of Proteus, my carcass bestowed How I long to hear, the morning's euphony as we stare into the pitch aphotic cavity
Fasten anchors to foundations and be cast into Lethe would it rust beneath the waters stirring uncontrollably? will the pryers find disaster in the depths of the stream? dredgers wrecked upon the rocks of curiosity
Yea, I circumvent the dolmens of azure contemplating creatures tangled in cerulean immures never to be emitted from the oceanic graves, from the dismal grip of Thanatos we have escaped
waiting in this turmoil to be reborn firing at sunrise, we'll hear the cannons