It’s time. Old Captain, lift anchor, sink!
The land rots; we shall sail into the night;
If now the sky and sea are black as ink
Our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light.
Only when we drink poison are we well-
We want, this fire so burns our brain tissue,
To drown in the abyss-heaven or hell,
Who cares? Through the unknown, we’ll
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