Colossus of the Liquid Graves

Tentacles furnished with rows of hooks Heedful watchers, hideous molluscs What vitality, what vigour in all parts And they possess three hearts Colossus Ten men with boarding-hatchets Twenty tentacles to be feared À moi! À moi! I heard him cry And with the monsters saw him disappear There's always been ground For the tales of the story-teller Right before my very eyes Colossus, the deep sea dweller From far beneath the sea Ascend the dwellers of the deep In roaring they shall rise And on the surface die Colossus, obnoxious guise Captain gathered tears in his eyes