Alas, an albescent albatross
Upon the Heaven's cross
He flew and shrieked the word
Bringing the curse on us and them
And the atrocity of his herd
Could we count as equal to that of man
Alas, an albescent albatross
Ushered in his screech the loss
He folded his rotten wings
And wasted well water with disease
Of the seventh Tartarean ring
Indeed, he infected all that could he see
Alas, an albescent albatross
Declared all of the mankind as the foes
A mad king of his crowd
Made Hell to be in expectation with a child
Yes, he did god of vengeance proud
The result couldn't be more far from the mild
Alas, an albescent albatross
Raised the black wine with the toss
"You shall walk without a shame or pity,
This is the end of the days of yours
Indeed, a sailor should've been rather witty
Before he shot that god-forsaken
Well, let's say burden of course!"
