O captain! My captain!
Your fearful trip is done
Raise anchor and sail ahead
When hope is long forgotten
And the cycle’s end prevails
Behold gravity consuming every light
like a snake devouring its tail
Oh mighty night,
I’m wed to you in lust
In Plutonian victory
To drown the svn in wine
O captain! My captain!
Your fearful trip is done
Raise anchor and sail ahead
Behold thee this flower immortal
That dares to bloom in hell
Tis not the prophecy
but the promise ov the end
Unholy night,
I’m wed to you in lust
In Plutonian victory
To drown the svn in wine
All shudder in fear
As Fimbul winter brings grave cold
Stricken awe by untrodden umbra
Where no light dwelled nor god