| Song | Panthalassa (Lampetra Tridentata) |
| Artist | Giant Squid |
| Album | The Ichthyologist |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
| The dreams are upon me again with impossible seas filled to the brim | |
| With equally impossible things with preposterous amounts of teeth | |
| Here too I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck | |
| Standing abreast with the finest men, each thick headed | |
| And hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own | |
| Patching the sails with the shirts off their back, I need not sail alone | |
| The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
| The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
| The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human | |
| I'm quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin | |
| A sure sign their blood is too thin, singing lampreys that will suck you dry | |
| The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
| The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
| Get out | |
| You hunter | |
| This sea has no end | |
| Each of you will give in | |
| Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss |
| zuo qu : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
| The dreams are upon me again with impossible seas filled to the brim | |
| With equally impossible things with preposterous amounts of teeth | |
| Here too I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck | |
| Standing abreast with the finest men, each thick headed | |
| And hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own | |
| Patching the sails with the shirts off their back, I need not sail alone | |
| The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
| The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
| The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human | |
| I' m quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin | |
| A sure sign their blood is too thin, singing lampreys that will suck you dry | |
| The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
| The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
| Get out | |
| You hunter | |
| This sea has no end | |
| Each of you will give in | |
| Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss |
| zuò qǔ : Giant Squid, Gregory | |
| The dreams are upon me again with impossible seas filled to the brim | |
| With equally impossible things with preposterous amounts of teeth | |
| Here too I command an immortal ship and all ten hands on deck | |
| Standing abreast with the finest men, each thick headed | |
| And hell bent on seeing this through for reasons all their own | |
| Patching the sails with the shirts off their back, I need not sail alone | |
| The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
| The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
| The chill of the wind carries the hymn of things sounding disappointingly human | |
| I' m quick to remind my men to ignore these beauties with green skin | |
| A sure sign their blood is too thin, singing lampreys that will suck you dry | |
| The highest crests will fall like the rest under our battered hull | |
| The beast filled troughs our bow will cross atop their cartilage skulls | |
| Get out | |
| You hunter | |
| This sea has no end | |
| Each of you will give in | |
| Only a matter of time before I bring you all bliss |