Upon our ship and through the night, our crewman sail us home from the virtuous fight.
The sounds of battle, clashes of steel, now an echo behind the turns of the keel.
Though vulnerable to artillery below, there is one thing that keeps me safe, one thing that I know.
My glass octopus keeps me at ease. Protects me danger in the waterless seas.
He fights through the night, protecting the streets, but here he stays vigilant upon my sheets.
I will sleep soundly, no fear, no dread, because my glass octopus is beside my head.