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Ship keeps-a to roll and pitch

I lay in shackles in the hold

Betrayed by my old mates

It will not end like this

At the first chance I'm out

I'm diving off the ship

and deep into the High Seas

Cold Death beneath the Wave

Bitter end in cold waters sharp as blades

Better to end up-a drifting and let the ocean be my grave

than murdered by the hands of my old mates

The mournful wind is roaring

He's roaring in the waves

My only chance to escape

I hear them coming down

They're coming down to take me

They drag me on the deck

Tie me to the mast

The show is going to start

They want some blood to flow

Some heads to roll

And justice will be done

But before they start I'm out of board

Death beneath the Wave

Bitter end in cold waters sharp as blades

Better to end up-a drifting and let the ocean be my grave

than murdered by the hands of my old mates

CHOIR: DEATH

CHOIR: DEATH

CHOIR: DEATH

CHOIR: DEATH

CHOIR: DEATH

Floating on the deep blacks

CHOIR: DEATH

Facing the storm of terror

CHOIR: DEATH

Miles away from the earth

CHOIR: DEATH

Beneath the Wave

Floating on the deep blacks

Facing the storm of terror

Miles away from the earth

The freezing grip of death is near

Waves keep to sway and break

I float adrift in nothingness

Got rid by my old mates

Those whom I hath betrayed