Beware, Beware, he crieth unto the tide, thine daughter of ocean deep.
Doth thou forget the ways of prouder men.
En’mies from Kalindor shores do creep.
Beware, Beware, she doth cry unto the dark again.
Oh, running daughter, do mine eyes deceive me, do you betray
Thouest kept not in step of thine own admiral.
Oh, follow west tis thy own blood endangered, heresy
In visions own, kept under breath eyes un natural
Father left alone, distant shores lay his young blood.
Buried by ones own nation tis only fleeting as his last breath
O’er cities cry a father drowned they grieve a flood.
Trust not his own babe till his own death.
Beware, Beware she crieth o’er the tide, mine daughter of the deep
From her lips she drew, beware, oh beware mine daughter does weep
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