Return to the Dutchman's pipe!

You wane before the opening beam

The unpleasant ruler of silhouette

Alleged sound from remote domains

Put together the explosions of pain

To crown you with blind despair.

I’m ahead of you to thy empire,

Consent me as your mistress again

For I would be valid till my ending

I’ll unfurl the mold of thy perfume

To yacht the world mends in you.

I was the sinister wane of Eden

Ignored, tough and soiled

With depressing morale of tales

It’s the era of homecoming for me

Yearning to return to the Dutchman’s pipe!