Sailor's Song of the Dead

Oh, oh, down below,
deep within the ocean's grip,
there's a hell, none can tell,
for it's a man's one way trip,
oh, oh, drowning slow,
feeling your strength slip,
you curse the sea, cursed you be!
And curse that blasted ship!

Oh, oh, down you go,
a siren's song will spread,
oh, no, no gold to show,
just a pile of rotting dead,
here for greed, now ye'll bleed,
and soon the sharks will be fed,
oh, oh, a feast they'll throw,
and the waves will rock in red.

Oh, oh, no moon glow,
to shine upon you grace,
rises fear, death is near,
and soon you'll see her face,
sing this song, all night long,
while Neptune's dogs give chase,
oh, oh, down below,
you'll meet your resting place...