Silently the Walrus walks
The margins of the sea;
His old black eyes are full of wrath
His muzzle, whiskery.
His flesh is raw, his tusks as long
As an hour away from thee;
His trumpet is a haunting cry
That rocks the Polar Sea.
He stalks without impediment,
(A league beneath the sea)
The clams beneath the sediment
Sleeping chthonically.
We're clams beneath the sediment,
Sleeping chthonically.
The Great White Bear's a god of death
Who swims the Arctic Sea;
She cowers from the Walrus though-
And cowers prudently.
For the Walrus, too, is god and beast
And deadly enemy,
And curséd be that wretched priest
Who does not heed the sea.
And thrice-times cursed's that wretched priest
Who worships not the sea.
Still, love, you need not fear him
Though he stalks us by the sea;
The Walrus has not come for you;
No, he has come for me.
The margins of the sea;
His old black eyes are full of wrath
His muzzle, whiskery.
His flesh is raw, his tusks as long
As an hour away from thee;
His trumpet is a haunting cry
That rocks the Polar Sea.
He stalks without impediment,
(A league beneath the sea)
The clams beneath the sediment
Sleeping chthonically.
We're clams beneath the sediment,
Sleeping chthonically.
The Great White Bear's a god of death
Who swims the Arctic Sea;
She cowers from the Walrus though-
And cowers prudently.
For the Walrus, too, is god and beast
And deadly enemy,
And curséd be that wretched priest
Who does not heed the sea.
And thrice-times cursed's that wretched priest
Who worships not the sea.
Still, love, you need not fear him
Though he stalks us by the sea;
The Walrus has not come for you;
No, he has come for me.
