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the blood was as cold as the black ocean waves

the night I struck them all down,

in a fit of blind rage

the black of the ocean, my rage like a flood

one wave slaps another, a torrent of blood

no I can't remember, how many I dismembered

a small crew of men, set sail that fine morn

when the anchor was hoisted, this killer was born

I know they were whispering under their breath

they were charting my ending and plotting my death

oh dear god in heaven, a silent killer among them

red skies in the morning

lost souls, seabirds carrying

jagged shore, sirens singing

...and they told me, told me to kill

haunting cries, spirits crying

all those men, lay there dying

I stand alone, raindrops falling

...and they whisper, and tell me to kill

hollow eyes, blood and bone, haunted cries

still see them every morning

those men I killed

close my eyes and... I still see them

each man I killed

hollow eyes are drifting through me

those men I killed

no I can't remember, how many I dismembered

first one, then the others

in their beds, they were found

blood and bone, skin and tissue

got 'em all, from the stern to the bow

still see them, every morning