Southwind

Outside of time
 Ancestral mystery
 Fathering Andean crypts and wandering to sea
 Swallowed by doldrums to an unknown destiny
 We shall take flight
 Six netherworlding farers' history
 Our trades are many though our instruments are few
 To forge an ancient passage in Tuamotu
 Gone with the floods
 Our only hope to cross the jungle's ends
 But still with baited breath I know
 we'll find a way to run the Devil's haul
 Shore in retreat
 As it is with greater horizons on the other side
 The sails hoisted and the banners raised up high
 Our Equatorial admission drawing nigh
 The waves' conceit
 Will surely find a way to turn the tide
 Through glaucous chasms with their misting ivory crowns
 The coastal epochs clouding up and backing down
 On the horizon
 Storming the sea
 The ocean howling endlessly
 Tectonic vengeance
 Winds of the east
 Tiding the nords to the mark of the beast
 Our vessel is wasted
 I am drenched to the bone
 Ashore with this oaken messiah of stone
 Crowning the reef
 With eastern spoils for our company
 My feet within the sands I gaze upon the stars
 Witnessing missionary failures from afar
 On high relief
 Callao to copra grinning oversea
 One hundred suns afield we've forged upon the mast
 Three score our kin will find them in the looking glass