| Venturing into the unknown
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| (Here be monsters)
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| The waves crash and the cold wind roars
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| Widows-to-be they cry and moan
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| (Here be monsters)
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| Set sail for far and distant shores
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| Unknown shapes
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| Surfacing
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| From the abyss
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| Tentacles
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| Reaching out
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| Sea serpents hiss
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| All men’s got their own holy grail
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| (Here be monsters)
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| Low born or noble, cursed or blessed
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| The reaper’s chosen won’t prevail
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| (Here be monsters)
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| Six hundred feet below they rest
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| Sinking
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| Slowly
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| No one
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| Will know their fate
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| Passing the point of no return
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| (Here be monsters)
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| Dreams crushed by the weight of the seas
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| Lanterns by night so lonely burn
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| (Here be monsters)
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| No way home for these absentees
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| Sinking
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| Slowly
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| No one
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| Will know their fate
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| Sleeping
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| Soundly
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| Anchors
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| Upon their graves
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| «Fettered by cold were my feet
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| Bound by frost in cold clasps
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| Where then cares seethed hot about my heart —
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| A hunger tears from within this sea-weary soul
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| This the man does not know for whom on land
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| It turns out most favourably
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| How I, wretched and sorrowful
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| On the ice-cold sea dwelt for a winter
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| In the paths of exile, bereft of friendly kinsmen
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| Hung about with icicles; |
| hail flew in showers
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| There I heard nothing but the roaring sea
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| The ice-cold wave
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| The shadows of night darkened…" |