There is something across the sea, 

Something foul that beckons to me. 

Will I leave? 

I shall indeed.

To my Muse that beckons to me. 

There is something on yonder shore, 

Something I yearn for but greatly abhor. 

Will I go?

Apparently so. 

To my muse that beckons to me. 

There is something in the sunless depths, 

Something that used to beat inside my chest. 

What happened to me? 

I ventured across the sea. 

To my muse that beckoned to me.