Tantara! Tantaro!

Death-lights on the scud and the baying of wind in the rigging, the hail on my cheek-- Tantara! Tantaro! The wheel in my hand is shattered by a bolt from On High, chart and compass are lost in the coiling dun sea-- Tantara! Tantaro! Scuttle me? Yea, scuttle me--I’ll bob up again, not in smooth waters but there where the storm is the wildest-- Tantara! Tantaro! Didst Thou think to awe me, me the unhallowed, the daring, the storm-cleaver, the seeker in gutter and star?-- Tantara! Tantaro! I am lashed to myself, to the iron mast of Necessity, and Thy scourgings I use for my rivets-- Tantara! Tantaro! Ballast and cargo and anchor, all have been jettisoned into Thy seas-- Tantara! Tantaro! On! On! my soul through the storm, through the wrath and the terror of death-- Tantara! Tantaro!