What would you ask of a poor person like me? With nothing but rags on the soles of my feet. Come gather round dear children and listen well. To the tale of an old man, and the story that it tells.
Won't you help us? Set us free, we are but lost.. in dead man's cove.
From the shores of Spain I heard the rumors spread. Telling tales of gold that killed its seekers dead. No man has returned alive for a hundred years. I was a desperate man and gold would wipe my tears.
Won't you help us? Set us free, we are but lost.. in dead man's cove.
Through the stormy nights we traveled through the sea. Monsters, squids and serpents teeth could not stop me. We were so foolish then to believe we could have won. But when we reached the cove we all broke out in song.
Won't you help us? Set us free, we are but lost.. in dead man's cove.
We reached the shore nigh to dawn, no man had had his sleep. Upon the shores, a ghastly smell, and not one man did shriek. We sought the odor and it's keeper beyond the eastern trees. But what we found upon arrival was more than one could see. Beyond a hundred undead fore came at us from all around. Gazing with their sunken eyes and killed without a sound. The shrieks and terrors from the island filled up the sky with glee. And all they killed were torn apart, all of them but me.
And so the story goes I walked my path of shame. Walking many years and many stories told. We were so foolish then to believe we could have won. Bound now to tell my tale to every living dame.
Won't you help us? Set us free, we are but lost.. in dead man's cove.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
