Hoping to get to the volcano over there,
The volcano of truth!
The Mariners at work
And merry unceased,
I also fell in love in the middle of Titanic.


The crew seem not to worry,
But our creel fell!
We still aim at the verdant volcano,
A strange movement of sharks,
The vultures be the losers?
Then a sudden movement of wind,
The Mariners and master unrest,
Tabled emptied of hands,
Only left with cup of beers,
Time for valedictory speech!

The tempest against our nation,
Fighting our culture,
The volcano in our fantasy,
The truth that is afraid to show forth,
So we died In failure!