The Flying Dutchman

There is a world not world
Beyond the water
Where nothing is but what is not
Where she live

Unreal creature
But her father was a man
Wicked and cursed
Her mother was the water
Formless form

She has a ship and sails the sea
Year in year out the flying dutchman’s daughter

More that a ghost and less who will redeem her

And those hopeless souls that cry about her
Those twilight creatures in a tortured chaos

Pink fog turns purplе, in the slime
The daughtеr and the lords of chaos meet
Oh, give me form
And I’ll bring back sweet fantasy
She cries, give me a human body, heaven
Give me a human body, hell

And it is done a female body goes ashore
In search of fantasy, a mysterious
Beautiful woman leaven the sea