Through the morning fog leaving the port behind A cursed voyage sets sail Across the seven seas she goes towards the unknown Through mist and tidal fury A watery tomb enthroned Those on deck yearn for promised shores In gallows below Exhausted to the core And from the rocks a melody mocks as they hear the sirens call
Luring sailors to their d**hs are these angelic who*es The captain screams as the harpies gleam proud of their devilish work A dozen men, drowned and submerged, and then a dozen more Escaping one peril only leads to another and soon they became one with the fog Lost, forgotten,and cursed for eternity.