Apocalypse Orchestra - Here Be Monsters

Venturing into the unknown
(Here be monsters)
The waves crash and the cold wind roars
Windows-to-be they cry and moan
(Here be monsters)
Set sail for far and distant shores

Unknown shapes
Surfacing
From the abyss
Tentacles
Reaching out
Sea serpents hiss

All men's got their own holy grail
(Here be monsters)
Low born or noble, cursed or blessed
The reaper's chosen won't prevail
(Here be monsters)
Six hundred feet below they rest

Sinking
Slowly
No one
Will know their fate

Passing the point of no return
(Here be monsters)
Dreams crushed by the weight of the seas
Lanterns by night so lonely burn
(Here be monsters)
No way home for these absentees

Sinking
Slowly
No one
Will know their fate
Sleeping
Soundly
Anchors
Upon their graves

Fettered by cold were my feet,
bound by frost in cold clasps,
where then cares seethed hot about my heart -
a hunger tears from within this sea-weary soul.

This man does not know for whom on land
it turn out most favourably,
how I, wretched and sorrowful,
one the ice-cold sea dwelt for a winter
in the paths of exile, bereft of friendly kinsmen,
hung about with icicles; hail flew in showers.

There I heard nothing but the roaring sea,
the ice-cold wave.

The shadows of night darkened...