This, then, is the moment only madness can decide:
Regardless of the daunting cost, your stormlashed vessel's slaughter,
The Sea's your enemy no more: she is your willing bride.

Many men would never end their lives here to bestride
The never-ending passion of the Sea's undying daughter.
This, then, is the moment only madness can decide.

Silver waits upon the land-- fame, riches, romance, pride--
No match beside the knowledge, after years, you've finally caught her.
The Sea's your enemy no more: she is your willing bride.

Land-folk cannot understand-- they'd make mock, they'd deride--
They'd never comprehend why, e'en in death, your spirit sought her.
This, then, is the moment only madness can decide.

Even past the ebon gate, your tall-mast ship will ride--
Clouded moons cast clouded dreams across a cheek of water.
The Sea's your enemy no more: she is your willing bride.

Many men reach ocean's floor despairing deep inside,
But your last dreams will be fulfilled-- your failing caress brought her.
This, then, is the moment only madness can decide:
The Sea's your enemy no more: she is your willing bride.