O'er azure silky seas
our gentle galleon glides.
We've found medieval minds were true,
now the world's edge is nigh.
Mighty Triton tried to warn
of our impending fate.
But still we kept our course with care
and passed through unknown gates.
In this place no man has seen
the stars have left our sight.
The once blue water now is pitch,
our lamps our only light.
Now we see the misty falls
and still our sails hold fast.
And as we spill towards turtle's head
our will and mettle lasts.