Song of the Doomed Sailor
As we sail across the seas
As we venture through the waters
Around the cliffs, the murmur rocks
The voices sing and the pilot drowns

As we pass the sirens' rocks
Sailing without a helmsman
A ship of fools, a ship doomed
In approach of the vortex

Maelstrom! Maelstrom!
The name strikes terror in the heart
Maelstrom! Maelstrom!
And the fog descends upon us

Chaos reigns upon the ship
Enveloped by the murky fog
And the wind, harsh and biting
The vortex beckons for you

Water, water, water everywhere
Yet none for us to drink
The whirlpool circles around us
An albatross about your neck
Narrowly we escape the vortex
Then from the fog a lonely ship
With neither crew nor captain
Nevertheless it sails by us

Its foghorn blows through the darkness
Bells of warning, bells of warning
The ship that sails with no flag
Now holds the weather gage

Its carronade fires, again and again
The sails rip and the hull collapses
As the ship begins to founder
We sink; the ninth wave approaches