Cannons At Dawn

I'm inside your galleon, every timbered limb

Gazing through a hazy portal of cracked obsidian

Never to be released from this seafaring tomb

To be condemned before the waves beneath the waning light of the moon

Upon uncharted ocean, a realm unknown to me

Far above the cold abyss, where the deep calls to deep

With no treasures to find, only strange mysteries

Detached and obscured by Neptunian gravity

Of clamorously wailing below ten thousand leagues

In the darkest of tempests the whirlpools beckon me

The kingdom of Poseidon, and it's armies unseen

Collecting souls of voyagers centuries before me

Though entire fleets have perished in the gallery of waves

Will my body be disposed outside Atlantean gates?

Waiting in this turmoil to be reborn

Firing at sunrise, we'll hear the cannons

Within the grasp of Triton, I am brandished and thrown

Unto the alter of Proteus, my carcass bestowed

How I long to hear, the morning's euphony

As we stare into the pitch aphotic cavity

Fasten anchors to foundations and be cast into Lethe

Would it rust beneath the waters stirring uncontrollably?

Will the prayers find disaster in the depths of the stream?

Dredgers wrecked upon the rocks of curiosity

Yea, I circumvent the dolmens of azure

Contemplating creatures tangled in cerulean immures

Never to be emitted from the oceanic graves,

From the dismal grip of Thanatos we have escaped

Waiting in this turmoil to be reborn

Firing at sunrise, we'll hear the cannons