Grotto of the Sea King

Swell, the billow doth roll The crest pounds the maze Submerge, preserve Keep my last breath No hope of ascending to the surface The roar is now a whisper I close my eyes Demise Baptized I am grateful for my death Burdens thorn excised Anxiety, I see the face of father The sea, the teat, the salt is blood Perpetual, perennial My king, I give myself to the water Thine aid is sought by I A child of old friends He smiles through a sea green beard and declares I am the weapon You jest, with fantasies of hope My lungs are filled with brine Lifeless Take me to the dragon isle It's not your destiny, to go the way of flesh Pink and mother of pearl The water vanishes