How far shall we descend?
How deep shall we dare to go?
How far out into the tide?
Is a question hard to know
Shall we wander away from land
Far from the realm of breath and air
Into the depths of Nepture’s lair
Where cold fingers of death may enclose?
Trouble me not with warnings shrill
Of tidings of impending doom
For the waters call to our mariners’ hearts
And I think they forever will