The Mariner's Cutlass - At The Throne Of Judgment

Like Jason and The Argonauts

It is treasure and plunder that we sought

In the end it was our destiny as failures to rot in the sea

Sea faring into the gale we prepare to sail forever ever more on the galley

Forged by my hands, we are deplored

The Four winds taunting and the guiding lights amidst embarking on a voyage

Enshrouded in forbidding mists, clenching our wrists, clenching our fists

«From the North we hear the calling yet the Cardinal that once flew

Is dashed a strew with it’s crimson feathers descending upon the beguiled crew»

«We are a few … Damned, is it me or is it you?»

Hear my plea maidens of the deep, Ministers of Sedition;

I’ll demonstrate this decree, I will throw his body into the seas

(Feasting on his royal flesh with no heed to his «designation»)

We are searching for a prosperous destination

Destitution is plaguing our realm, but by the mast we are bound

Sea faring into the gale we prepare to sail forever ever more on the galley

Forged by my hands, we are deplored

«From the North we hear the calling yet the Cardinal that once flew

Is dashed a strew with it’s crimson feathers descending upon the beguiled crew»

«Standing, here, before Neptune’s bounteous abode

Nautical beings rise from the sea screaming mutiny

«Why do I clench this ivory hilt?

This was the vision I once dreamed to build»

Ravishing the commander with thy blade it was I who was saved