[Sailor]
I travel to the east
With one eye set in discovery
Ragged, forlorn, but bathed in creativity
My verses are versed in misery
Frail, I need to conquer my terror:
Crossing the waters I am averse;
Hoping my anxiety doesn't get worse
At the hands of Loneliness, the Perverse
The winds took us to the cape
Where hope is enslaved;
Where thousands of names are engraved
In the waters where life is waived
Then a tempest took my body
Down into a bottomless pit
I was scared, sobbing not to submit
At the hands of Woe, the Misfit
Alas, my sight dims
My breathing, now so frail
Unsteady hands terrified to hail
All the gods that cursed me to fail
May the poet's king of Lusitania
Spread our story in verse and rhyme
Here I have fallen in my prime
To journey deep into Helheim
[The Wraith]
Weep not, grieving child
And close your eyes
I'll sever all of your ties
One by one as your body dies
Sing me this:
A verse that can make me remember
All the pieces I had to dismember
From my ancient body of frost and ember
[Sailor]
Chagrin, mortality's curse
All beauty, ashes in a hearse
Bliss, parched earth ever obverse
To the dark plains all must traverse
But save me from this fortune
Walk with me in lakes of tears
Of a thousand fathers crumbling on their fears—
A desolate melody of the spheres
Alas, Deus vult
I'll follow you to the abyss
My body, flesh for the waters to kiss
Now that I hear Death's final hiss