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ArtistSky ships on their courses sail Above the road of bone and whale To roam the seas of darkness wide With bows of velvet neath the tide Vessels manned by ghost and ghoul Homeward bound to sacred rule To Lonely Island gallantly To Home that calls above the sea But deep beneath the sacred ground A tyrant sleeps toward heaven’s sound And should by fate he chance to wake And thence the land with ashes rake Then dims the homely beacon Swept off by souls of sin It wains as it pulls the tide The call where all the ghouls abide But some things will and always be As the sleeping of the sea And once the tyrant sleeps again Forgotten then to man Is the dark side of the moon.
A fantastical scene with a ship sailing through space amidst swirling cosmos and floating islands under a golden sky.