Southwind -

Outside of time

Ancestral mystery

Fathering Andean crypts and wandering to sea

Swallowed by doldrums to an unknown destiny

We shall take flight

Six netherworlding farers' history

Our trades are many though our instruments are few

To forge an ancient passage in Tuamotu

Gone with the floods

Our only hope to cross the jungle’s ends

But still with baited breath I know we’ll find a way to run the Devil’s haul

Shore in retreat

As it is with greater horizons on the other side

The sails hoisted and the banners raised up high

Our Equatorial admission drawing nigh

The waves' conceit

Will surely find a way to turn the tide

Through glaucous chasms with their misting ivory crowns

The coastal epochs clouding up and backing down

On the horizon

Storming the sea

The ocean howling endlessly

Tectonic vengeance

Winds of the east

Tiding the nords to the mark of the beast

Our vessel is wasted

I am drenched to the bone

Ashore with this oaken messiah of stone

Crowning the reef

With eastern spoils for our company

My feet within the sands I gaze upon the stars

Witnessing missionary failures from afar

On high relief

Callao to copra grinning oversea

One hundred suns afield we’ve forged upon the mast

Three score our kin will find them in the looking glass