The oak's bow splits the depth waves As my vessel carries me closer Full mast idol for no one My wooden tyrant immersed in its travel Mirrored off the crashing waves The pure depth of this blue mass Matches the sky, as above So below the creatures of the Mythos lurk even closer Pressing to an island of dread that, Emanates through the air like the stench of decay Rotting limbs from an unwarry host Does existence even mean anything, Beyond what's currently perceived? Do days come where all is clear? The stains of indigo left on my stead gradually make me ill My body is betraying me, this quest will kill me but this is my will Self collapsed in hopes to catch my breath, the ship is lifted From its watery highway The shadow from below breaks the surface, Of the torrent below me Inpesca Thee Indigo Jowls of tower sized fangs meet my glance as I am petrified No longer paralyzed, rather indifferent to the terror I've brunt Astonished I have been spared for now I ask oh great deep one, What is I must do to prove that I am that of vigor? Devolve yourself from within my entrails become enlightened My bellows welcome thee I heard as the massive creature engulfed me whole Deep in the bellows of the beast A stone of pure indigo lays waiting with omnipotence Ssenkrad otni devaeh