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Before me, briny and black.
Above, constellations will cower
Before her terrible beauty and grace;
Her rage; her power.

Beneath, the Leviathan sleeps
And the kelp grows a little bit longer,
And deep within every one of our souls
Her song begins to grow stronger

Tonight, let no man regret!
And let no heart fill up with sorrow!
For we must shore up a drink and a song
For we must set sail on the morrow.

And in months yet to come, we'll be telling our tales
Of places that we'd rather be,
But tonight, o me lads! Let us raise up a glass!
And sing out a song to the sea!

The Atlantic!
The Atlantic, The Atlantic, The Atlantic!

Some of our natures are brooding and somber,
Some of us, furious and violent.
Some of us, born with a curse in our mouths;
Some, unnaturally silent.

But all of us know that the ebb and the flow
Is the only fate we can accept.
And if there's a god, then it's his voice I'm hearin'
Screamin': "All hands on deck!"

The Atlantic!
The Atlantic, The Atlantic, The Atlantic!