There is something across the sea,
Something foul that beckons to me.
Will I leave?
I shall indeed.
To my Muse that beckons to me.
There is something on yonder shore,
Something I yearn for but greatly abhor.
Will I go?
To my muse that beckons to me.
There is something in the sunless depths,
Something that used to beat inside my chest.
What happened to me?
I ventured across the sea.
To my muse that beckoned to me.