Cold is the heart,
of the king of the sea,
and none as cold as he.
even when,
Cold is the heart,
that bleeds ice cold water,
Cold is the heart,
that will not see his daughter.
Cold is the heart,
that still can beat,
when all that’s left,
is grimaced meat.
Cold is the heart,
that chills another,
leaving sorrow in it’s wake,
like foam from the rudder.
Cold is the heart,
that see’s no light,
Cold is the heart,
that ebs in the night,
Cold is the heart,
that seeks to claim me,
Cold is the heart,
of the king of the sea.