His heavy smouldering tropic stare
His cold entropic vice
Bit through my lover's shoulder
Bit right down to her ice
Lovers search for answers
Oceanus pounds upon
Swordsman of Samoa in
His jungle pentagon

Swordsman of Samoa
With his steely tempered eye
Slashes Oceanus
Whose slowly rising cry
Stirs my lover's heart in him
She points into the air
But Pluvius has cleaned it
There are no pictures there

She still stands on Spanish plain
Beneath a metal sky
Her shadow like a pencil
Her fractured stained-glass eye
The sunset like an orgy
Has happened far too late
Oceanus the diviner
By which we know our fate

Composição: Tony Doré