The Kraken

Below the thunders of the upper deep,
far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
his ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
the Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
about his shadowy sides; above him swell.
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
and far away into the sickly light,
from many a wondrous grot and secret cell

Yo-oh-oh, be quiet in your room
Yo-oh-oh, to not Wake up the doom

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Unnumbered and enormous polypi
winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,
until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
then once by man and angels to be seen,
in roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

Yo-oh-oh, be quiet when you drink
Yo-oh-oh, sailor don't wan't to sink

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Yo-oh-oh, be louder when you sing
Yo-oh-oh, to soothe the kraken sleep

Yo-oh-oh, be louder when you sing
Yo-oh-oh, to soothe the kraken sleep