The dreams are upon me again   With impossible seas filled to the brim    With equally impossible things    With preposterous amounts of teeth      Hereto, 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 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      This sea has no end   Each of you will give in   Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss