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 clamorously 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 prayers 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