Tentacles furnished with rows of hooks Heedful watchers, hideous molluscs What vitality, what vigour in all parts And they possess three hearts Colossus
Ten men with boarding-hatchets Twenty tentacles to be feared À moi! À moi! I heard him cry And with the monsters saw him disappear
There's always been ground For the tales of the story-teller Right before my very eyes Colossus, the deep sea dweller
From far beneath the sea Ascend the dwellers of the deep In roaring they shall rise And on the surface die Colossus, obnoxious guise Captain gathered tears in his eyes Colossus, under the waves Captain gazing into our liquid graves
