Fishmans - 98.12.28 男達の別れ (98.12.28 Otokotachi no Wakare)

From the minute I got into town
And started to look around
I thought these ill-bred people's gill slits shewed

I'm beginning to hear a lot of Fishmans
Right outside my door

As I try to escape in fright
To the moonlit Innsmouth night
I can hear some more

They speak with guttural croaks
And to hear them provokes
A profound desire to flee
Their eyes never blink
And quite frankly they stink
Like a carcass washed up from the sea

I wish I paid attention to that crazy drunken man
He tried to warn me all about ol' Marsh's Deep One clan

It's beginning to look a lot like Fishmans
Everywhere I go

They can dynamite Devil Reef
But that will bring no relief
Y'ha-nthlei is deeper than they know

I'll continue to see a lot of Fishmans
That I guarantee
For the Fishman I really fear
Is the one who's in the mirror
And he looks like me
He looks just like me