Through the dungeons of peril
We have marched til dusk of dawn;
Sailed the might Eastern ships
With the dragon painted on.
There are caskets full of gold
Found from bloody tales of old;
Where the rock besets the sea
Under ocean depths of cold.
Swinging lanterns in the dark;
Pools of laughing waters.
Captain says we cannot get out,
The quest above all matters.
Danger lies beneath the moon,
The crest of rock discloses:
Shining statue of the Rune
Where the mad sea poises.
We have journeyed past the sun,
With the fretful sea at bay.
Now the Rune treasure lies
With the Pirates of Cathay.
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