I have acquired a terminal illness,
that lies deep within my fragile heart.
It shall set my soul into Abyss,
when tomorrow comes, and take its part.

In pain and burden I have suffered great,
Because of the blunt, that I have taken.
That has rendered me, a shattered faith,
Thus affection must be forsaken.

Now with the remnants of my being,
I have to pace forward and venture forth.
To seek relief and vestal healing,
in the cold lonely sea of the North.

Where I’m bound to uphold my duty,
As a nostalgic sailor I may be.
longing for her complete amnesty,
that I think I’ll never live  to see.