Antarctica the Polymorphess Songtext / Lyric

To the west: icebergs
Four hundred fathoms high
Our passage south is doubtful
O Father, hear our mournful sighs This gigantic creature tossed
Its vast bulk across our thole board
Seizing one man - instantly lost
Peters plunged the blade and roared

Clouds of a snowy whiteness
Foreshadow immense fields of ice
Antarctica the "Polymorphess"
Plays her game of bloody dice

She's so ragged and broken
Yet shatteringly adorable
Many words have been spoken
Her ways purely impassable