Go and tell the Captain,
waves are growing high.
anyone washed overboard,
leave them here to die.
Go now tell his mistress,
who lies in sheets of wine.
The candles and the invocations,
will not bring down the tide.
He's abandoned any hope of life now.
The endless storms that rage upon us,
grow from ripples in his mind.
He's chosen darkness over light now.
Mistress and crew have lied and left him to be cold!
To be cold.
Lied and left him to be cold.
waves are growing high.
anyone washed overboard,
leave them here to die.
Go now tell his mistress,
who lies in sheets of wine.
The candles and the invocations,
will not bring down the tide.
He's abandoned any hope of life now.
The endless storms that rage upon us,
grow from ripples in his mind.
He's chosen darkness over light now.
Mistress and crew have lied and left him to be cold!
To be cold.
Lied and left him to be cold.