Deathly pale belongs to the sea tells you here's the beginning in the depth of misery you feel the spirit within. A torrent river, a storm tossed tree it's like a rugged stone rolling waves won't let you free because your time is gone.
All the damned, veiled in grey, bound together and demand of the pale man who's crossing the way, and never come back to land.
He entrusts himself without taking care to wild seas every day and this old world, world of the sea endlessly he must be. His heart is like an ocean so deep knowing storm, ebb and flow and too many pearls, pearls of beauty rest in his depths below.
He is one of the creatures of the sea, he is called the palest man, he's one of the creatures who can't break free until eternity, the pale man who's got Neptune's key.