Lost at sea, no homelands Rain comes down, night close at hand Mariners, unsaved souls Caught between hull, spars, and bolts
Due south or north, east and west On searching the way to ol' Davy's own chest
Through the storm, lightning hits Oceans deep, bottomless pits Bloodred moon, starsea skies Bowknot tied the pirate flag flies
Due south or north, east and west On searching the way to ol' Davy's own chest
From the mastheads to keel She's a vessel surreal It's one hell of a trip On the black devil ship, aye!
From the mastheads to keel She's a vessel surreal It's one hell of a trip On the black devil ship From the mastheads to keel She's a vessel surreal It's one hell of a trip On the black devil ship, aye!
