It was many a misty morning past, That the Tempest left Black Raven's Bay, Setting sail for lands unknown, Seeking fortune along the way
All men aboard bid their ladies farewell As the ship left the harbor astern, And the Tempest sailed off out into the mist. Never to return
Out in the midst of the ocean's abyss A furious storm crossed their path And the ship and it's crew all perished beneath King Neptune's merciless wrath
So beware the whispering wind In the misty dead of night, For the voices ye hear are but ghosts, and I fear, There's no end to their journey in sight
So beware the whispering wind In the misty dead of night, For the voices ye hear are but ghosts, and I fear, There's no end to their journey in sight
So hearken ye pirates and black-hearted dogs, Lest your fate be the same, or far worse For the men who set sail beneath the skull and bones Are destined to suffer this curse
So beware the whispering wind In the misty dead of night, For the voices ye hear are but ghosts, and I fear, There's no end to their journey in sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.