The Divinity of Oceans

Our boat lurches through damnation Utter madness embraces me Faces drawn my starvation As we dwindle into misery For a ray of hope we pray Yet of ruin we are aware In ports of doom we lay So I yield to my despair I feel the iron surges Break inside m

Alas! The Marquesas! Shun the beckoning land! Choose the open sea instead To whatever end! Took down to wondrous depths Sullen we did go Where shapes of unwarped primal Gliding to and fro Father! Willst thou pity If dry're freshest cuts If eyelids cr