I travel to the east With one eye set in discovery Ragged, forlorn, but bathed in creativity My verses are versed in misery Frail, I need to conquer my terror Crossing the waters I am averse Hoping my anxiety doesn't get worse At the hands of Loneliness, the Perverse The winds took us to the cape Where hope is enslaved Where thousands of names are engraved In the waters where life is waived Then a tempest took my body Down into a bottomless pit I was scared, sobbing not to submit At the hands of Woe, the Misfit Alas, my sight dims My breathing, now so frail Unsteady hands terrified to hail All the gods that cursed me to fail May the poet's king of Lusitania Spread our story in verse and rhyme Here I have fallen in my prime To journey deep into Helheim Weep not, grieving child And close your eyes I'll sever all of your ties One by one as your body dies Sing me this A verse that can make me remember All the pieces I had to dismember From my ancient body of frost and ember Chagrin, mortality's curse All beauty, ashes in a hearse Bliss, parched earth ever obverse To the dark plains all must traverse But save me from this fortune Walk with me in lakes of tears Of a thousand fathers crumbling on their fears A desolate melody of the spheres. Alas, Deus vult I'll follow you to the abyss My body, flesh for the waters to kiss Now that I hear Death's final hiss