On a stormy sea a captain sailed
For a dark shore under winter’s veil
Cerulean moon beneath red clouds
Acheronian ancient ground
Dreamlike wandering, climbing
Through the mist and rain
Icy voices calling him
To the peak above
In the withering beyond
On the mountain crest navigator stands
Eyes crystal orbs
Behold sea worn man
Circle of three, morose clad seers
Speak into the wind, past is clear
Low lamplight burning
Finding honor ends in shame
Jeweled dagger plunging deep
To the core despair
Mad pirate’s descent
Dead but didn’t know
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