At The Throne Of Judgment Mariner's Cutlass
Like Jason and The Argonauts,
It is treasure and plunder that we sought,
In the end
It was our destiny as failures to rot in the sea.
Sea faring into the gale we prepare to sail forever more
On the galley forged by my hands, we are deplored.
The Four winds taunting and the guiding lights amidst
Embarking on a voyage enshrouded in forbidding mists,
Clenching our wrists, clenching our fists.
From the North we hear the calling yet the Cardinal that once flew, is dashed a strew
With it's crimson feathers descending upon the beguiled crew.
We are a few...
Damned,
Is it me or is it you?
Hear my plea maidens of the deep,
Ministers of Sedition;
I'll demonstrate this decree,
I will throw his body into the seas
Feasting on his royal flesh
With no heed to his designation,
We are searching for a prosperous destination.
Destitution is plaguing our realm, but by the mast we are bound.
Standing, here, before Neptune's bounteous abode,
Nautical beings rise from the sea screaming mutiny
Why do I clench this ivory hilt?
This was the vision I once dreamed to build
Ravishing the commander with thy blade it was I who was saved.
