So tell me, heroes, what gruesome destiny
Lies ahead for my broken and stripped soul?
Is it a fortune that I'm dying in a faraway heaven
Cold and quiet, with a glistening diadem in my throat?

A long time ago, when the sea was still young
Three kings sailed across an ocean of adventure
Carrying a bag of hope in search of a new kingdom
Fearless and mighty, they followed the constellations

Woe to them! They have been warned in an endless timeloop
Not to gaze into the abyss. But the warning falls on deaf ears
When the abyss gaze back at them, there was no turning back
Forevermore enslaved. May the gods have mercy on their souls

Yet they are but a small fish, busy chasing their own tail
Shiny things, women, and a warm bed--a haven of illusion
Such is a simplistic view, unchangeable and unbreakable
And they expected there will be no virgins here thereafter

Woe to them! In the depths of this sea, The Dreamer sleeps
Beneath his ebony wings and and the pillars of a dead city
Hearken to the call when you see the corpses of the sirens
Submit, and he will let you go at the cost of your own sanity

A madman once told us that the strange aeons will come
Death will die when the veil, the seal, and the curse is lifted
No one shall be spared. In a placid island full of ignorance
We did not listen. Into the black seas of infinity we voyaged

Woe to them! The Dead Dreamer still dreams of a paradise
Descendant of the fallen gods, slumbering in a sunken city
Waiting for his awakening as he slouches nearer and nearer
Like any vicious beast would do--when its hour come at last

So tell me, heroes, what gruesome destiny
Lies ahead for my broken and stripped soul?
Is it a fortune that I'm dying in a faraway heaven
Cold and quiet, with a glistening diadem in my throat?

[Banyuwangi, 12/08/2018]