Zed Yago - 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 than 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 purple, in the slime
the daughter and the lords of chaos meet
Oh, give me form,