the rolling tide of the sea gone mad whispers in its undine seductive lullabye. And I want the lady sea's moist hands to cover me. The kingdom and it's watery shadows of most alluring blue invite me in aquatic dreams to sleep inside her mighty womb. The dry lungs of death shall burst in the misty depths, shadowed. As I fall below the light of sun and the drudgery of mankind's sins… The sea, it calls unending to me. My sleep is hindered. The poisonous air in a suff'ring world is too great a burden to be had by me. The crushing weight of madd'ning stage… The only delights in the arms of sin. The kingdom calls from far below! …And my will to live is weakening. The sea-nymphs glide through courseless heaven, drawing me through to the formless might and splendour of castles glistening, the temples 'neath the churning waves that ever haunt my dreams. I bade farewell to the sun and stars and the wind that calls in vernal song. For off I go to the land below, and pray the liquid fills me more than the air I so reluctantly share. Off to the kingdom that's flooded my dreams, and has been reflected in my saddened tears.