Where Captains Fear To Sail – Dagon – letras

Cadence of hooves in sundry metersMarks my progress on this long forsaken roadWould I that their gait should doubleA thundering march to be recalled in futures odes?Anticipation burningLike a fire that can’t be tamedDriven on by the yearningAll else falls away in the flamesI can see it now, my destination drawing nighOn my way, to a place shrouded in mysteryComposed of sailor’s dreams whispered on the wharfsOn my way, will myth become forgotten history?Legends tell what maps deny, secrets lurking in the northEvery tavern, every townTells its version of the taleTo the north there lies a soundWhere even captains fear to sailSweet nepenthe of the truthA liquor of the highest proofVindication is as wineIn crucibles it’s deemed refinedAnd e’er it’s drunk, a taste divine