Swing Low (The Deep Ones)

I looked over Jordan and what did I see? A Stygian tide coming after me The Inventory of the Reef is signed in the silt Beneath a sky of cloudless, ancient guilt Swing low, sweet chariot! Coming for to carry me to the deep! Swing low, sweet chariot! Into the Stygian, antediluvian sleep! If you get there before I do Gauging the gulf of the ancient avenue Jordan's mills are grinding the bone A billion years on a barnacled throne Submersion of the ego! The Great Clearance! A choice of nightmares in this appearance! Exterminate the silence of the immense jabber Where the noble word is caught in the slabber Carry me home... (God, that hand!) (The window! (The window!)