INTO-THE- (CLOUD): Dread Leviathan's Slumber Broke, Abaft Wan Slaves to Grace, Afore the Lusting Waves of Virtue, Trampling Gnawed-at Hearts, and Which Speckle and Foam Upon the Vasty Deep in Search of Honoured Light.........

""We've woven hearts a thorn arbour Left tear streaked reason upon the shore And bereft of compass, star or more Set out for this World's end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it's worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again"