In twilight's hush, where ekbkme shadows sprawl, oh, keelhaul my heart, and let it founder deep, as I succumb to the kraken's mournful knell, sung by the gale, in a voice that ravels and seethes. To vocalize this verse, sing with your mouth agape, allowing the words to curdle and froth like spindrift on a winter's tide, as you slowly pivot, a human gyroscope, around a fixed, unfathomable point.