Shall I, to snow caps spectred on the tide
Strip back my optics and flame into sum?
A regal sorc’ress fest’ring at my side.

Where siren wails, she’d sing to be my bride
And I, with coy words, ask her where she’s from –
Shall I, to snow caps spectred on the tide?

A haven hailed as no God could provide
Lingers on the tip without pipe nor rum –
A regal sorc’ress fest’ring at my side.

Know I’m on high sea without sail or guide
And must to these lands from where beats the drum –
Shall I, to snow caps spectred on the tide?

But fall would I then to swaggering stride,
The folly of ev’ry sea-faring bum –
A regal sorc’ress fest’ring at my side.

Though needs must my lord, without wings to glide;
Sliding to death dregs, I need land to run –
Shall I, to snow caps spectred on the tide?

Followed to death now, halluc’nogen ride,
Praying the sorceress flickers a crumb.
Shall I, to snow caps spectred on the tide?
A regal sorc’ress fest’ring at my side.