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
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