The Mælstrom

It was not mere misanthropy
But hated, monstrous or sublime
Ascend! Ascend!
To the surface of the sea
Stupor deep, stupor deep!
Death is on the rise!

Crowding the ratlines
Clinging to the mast
Paralysed and stiffened
With our voice in oceans vast

I am captain Nemo
I've seen things none should ever see
I sail the subaquatic streams
I mock storm and heavy seas

I am captain Nemo
For some I'm just a deadly brute
Call me archangel of hate
But I'm just numb and mute
I've witnessed gloomy times so rough
I shall cherish all I've lost
Almighty God, enough! Enough!

Descend! Descend the maelstrom
'Til bolts give way to mighty waves!
Descends! Descends the maelstrom
'Til bolts give way to mighty waves!