Far in the middle age
there was a time, as a ship was sailing,
always on seas in rage,
and it´s vision incites the death.

The cause a captains oath,
many men had to pay for,
an oath upon the cross,
which god heard and condemned.

Only his son can save,
all of them, of this torment,
as around his mothers neck,
hang that valuble object.

Breaking the waves, trapped into haze,
in possesion of a curse,
condemned to roam in the storm,
condemned to sail on, ´til it´s judgment day.

They only escape their fate,
as he postrates himself before their eyes,
while suffering 1000 storms,
for them there´s no return.

Breaking the waves, trapped into haze,
in possesion of a curse,
condemned to roam in the storm,
condemned to sail on, on forever.
Evil the Ghost ship was called,
and it´s holding all sadness an cold,
condemned to roam on alone,
condemned to sail on, ´til it´s judgment day.

All his life, the son had spend,
searching for, that flying ship,
his existence for an end,
that he can see, and save his father´s life.

And finally he had found,
and he could see, his father crying,
and regred that wicked day,
in rage he god offend.

Now they rest in peace,
father and son, from god forgiven,
as swallowed by the sea,
the ghost ship fade away.

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