Ôros Kaù - Let Neptune Strike Ye Dead (The Lighthouse)

Hark! Hark Triton, Hark!

Bellow, bid our father the Sea King rise
From the depths full-foul in his fury!
Black waves teeming with salt foam
To smother this young mouth with pungent slime

To choke ye, engorging your organs
Til' ye turn blue and bloated with bilge and brine
And can scream no more

Only when he, crowned in cockle shells
With slitherin' tentacle tail
And steaming beard take up his fell be-finned arm,
His coral-tine trident
Screeches banshee-like in the tempest
And plunges right through yer gullet!
Bursting ye

A bulging bladder no more,
But a blasted bloody film now
And nothing for the harpies
And the souls of dead sailors
To peck and claw
And feed upon, only to be lapped up

And swallowed by the infinite waters
Of the Dread Emperor himself,
Forgotten to any man, to any time,
Forgotten to any god or devil,
Forgotten even to the sea,
For any stuff for part of Leslie,
Even any scantling of your soul is Leslie no more,
But is now itself the sea!