The dreams are upon me again with impossible seas filled to the brim With equally impossible things with preposterous amounts of teeth Here too I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck Standing abreast with the finest men, each thick headed And hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own Patching the sails with the shirts off their back, I need not sail alone The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human I'm quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin A sure sign their blood is too thin, singing lampreys that will suck you dry The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls Get out You hunter This sea has no end Each of you will give in Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss