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 deaths are these angelic whores 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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.