"So climb up to my boat, my friend,
There is milk and honey and more!
We will sail into eternity,
And find what has been found before."*
Oh! Let's sail away!
I shall wait for you in the boats
And wait, lulled by the promise of perfection, for the
Blessed
Second board to blanket me.
All cozy and warm, we can set off to sea,
Let's sail!
Let's search for Moby!
Just beyond the horizon,
Turn left, away from the stars,
Down seven sets of stairs,
He is waiting for us.
Drinking with the other demons.
"The Boats" was a midieval torture device.