/jp/ - Otaku Culture

A passing ship at dawn had brought
The news; and quickly we set sail,
To find out what strange thing might ail
The keepers of the deep-sea light.

The Winter day broke blue and bright,
With glancing sun and glancing spray,
As o'er the swell our boat made way,
As gallant as a gull in flight.

My sexy wife.

See, onward she comes
Onward she nears, out of the sun
See, she has no crew
She has no life, wait but there's two,
Death and she Life-in-Death
They throw their dice for the crew

She wins the Mariner and he belongs to her now
Then, crew one by one
They drop down dead, two hundred men
She, she, Life-in-Death
She lets him live, her chosen one