Panthalassa Testo

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 hellbent 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 bowl will cross atop their cartilage skulls.

The chill of the wind carries the hym 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 that will suck you dry.

The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull.
The beast filled troughs our bowl 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.