Bracken, brine, pillar of salt
Isolated echo-chamber in the mind's vault
Preying on planted fears
Praying to promised tears
All hail, witch of the sea
There is no life
There is no death
There is no agency
Behind every breath
All hail, witch of the sea
Anger, rage, sadness, pride
Sacrifices made to the saline bride
Statue, victim
She feeds, she owns
When least expected
Lurking under bone
All hail, witch of the sea
Devoid of feeling is she
Holy, the mother empty
All hail, witch of the sea