Down beneath the oceans waves seeks a beast that craves to climb onto our ships and smell our mangled flesh. His fins are great in size, they’ll crash down on the masts and smash all men within a thunderous crash. Men driven now by fuel bewilder his routine, they’re much too quick for his lightning strikes. Men coming from the west soar past the horror’s gaze, they’re much too quick for his Kracken ways.
Will you come sail with me? Come fight the Germans at Normandy? Straight past the fish that destroys. Straight past the beast the sees us as his toy.