Written by Adam M. Snow
Milady of the Sea,
sing and taketh me
where shadows dance,
with thou voice in trance;
far beyond the crystal sea.
Let thou voice be my guide,
to thou a morning bride.
Sing and taketh me,
Milady of the sea;
Into thou raging tide.
Let my ship sail thou heart,
if morning dost depart.
Oh, treacherous dame of the sea,
will I be free
if morning dost depart?
Taketh of me, my horizon,
that which is wizen
and give my heart a dream;
a glimmer of hope, a gleam
of the yonder horizon.
Milady of the Sea,
sing and taketh me
into the deepest blue,
where thine heart askew,
beyond the crystal sea.
Let I taketh thou wine,
upon my lips so rich and fine.
To curse myself into thou sea;
to take of thee without a plea;
a voice of thou in which thy opine.
Milady, the sea is thine,
to dive into the divine.
To curse myself into thou sea,
I'll take of thee without a plea,
a nectar of wine.
I'll bare thee upon my heart,
as if a blade cut apart;
a drop of wine into the sea,
oh be that Milady,
thou morning dost depart.