Oh shadowed guardian of the ocean’s might,
Thou sittest on the throne of jagged stone,
A monarch draped in midnight’s sacred light,
The sea itself doth bow before thy throne!

Thy cloak, a tapestry of endless night,
Enfolds the secrets of the deep unknown,
Thy gaze, a beacon through the storm’s cruel fight,
Doth pierce the veil where mortal fears are sown.

O sentinel, thou art the tide’s own king,
The waves in reverence crash to sing thy name,
Each ripple chants thy glory, echoing,
A hymn to crown thy everlasting fame!