Uploaded October 2019 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
I had a lot of fun making this one for Fjord. For any curious, the harmonics and percussion are both from the guitar, and I added some harmony in towards the end just for fun. Not sure who I'm doing next, but I know I'm saving Molly for last.
Twitter: twitter.com/NoseworthyChase
Thumbnail Art by Jessica Nguyen (@JessKetchin)
Lyrics
I lost myself to the sea.
Matron of nature warm my sleep.
Caught in his gaze, and his
Mystical ways, I was
Blind to it all
Before it nearly was too late.
Am I gone but not forgotten by the waves?
Am I free from the shackles of
The Serpent of the Deep?
Every night I dream of the gaze
Of his big yellow eye that bores through my soul
Till the day that I die.
Cold and darkness – all I knew.
Just an orphan born anew.
You can keep your gift, I've no
Need of it, or your
Patronage; I've escaped your iron fist.
Am I gone but not forgotten by the waves?
Am I free from the shackles of
The Serpent of the Deep?
Every night I dream of the gaze
Of his big yellow eye that bores through my soul
Till the day that I die.
I had a lot of fun making this one for Fjord. For any curious, the harmonics and percussion are both from the guitar, and I added some harmony in towards the end just for fun. Not sure who I'm doing next, but I know I'm saving Molly for last.
Twitter: twitter.com/NoseworthyChase
Thumbnail Art by Jessica Nguyen (@JessKetchin)
Lyrics
I lost myself to the sea.
Matron of nature warm my sleep.
Caught in his gaze, and his
Mystical ways, I was
Blind to it all
Before it nearly was too late.
Am I gone but not forgotten by the waves?
Am I free from the shackles of
The Serpent of the Deep?
Every night I dream of the gaze
Of his big yellow eye that bores through my soul
Till the day that I die.
Cold and darkness – all I knew.
Just an orphan born anew.
You can keep your gift, I've no
Need of it, or your
Patronage; I've escaped your iron fist.
Am I gone but not forgotten by the waves?
Am I free from the shackles of
The Serpent of the Deep?
Every night I dream of the gaze
Of his big yellow eye that bores through my soul
Till the day that I die.










