Cursed and dead

Roarin' breakers pound our weary bones,
Lost souls adrift where the devil moans.
Sails are tattered, blood-red, torn asunder,
The dead man's chant pulls us down under!

Bilge rats scatter as the hull gives way,
Scuttle that auld tub - no port today!
The depths call louder than the stormy skies,
To the brine below our glory flies!

Sails torn blood-red and full of dread!!!
Voices of the past whispering we're dead!
dead...

Ghosts of comrades wailing through the night,
Cursed coins glint in the cursed moonlight,
Eyes gone hollow, but the rage still burns!
To the ocean's grip our fate returns!
Hollow eyes, yet our fire still sears,
To Davy’s grip we surrender our years!

Buried deep where light won't shine:
Among the wrecks we intertwine.
Cursed and dead our tale to end,
Fate we can't refuse my friend!

Compass shattered, no course to steer,
The howling gales drown out our fear.
In the rigging, specters sway,
The sea’s cold grip won’t let us stray.

Cannons faded rusted in the deep...
No tears left for us - no one to weep...
Silent screams lost in the abyss...
The deep blue is our final kiss!

Davy Jones' locker calls our name,
Old Davy’s chest calls out in glee,
Shackled souls in this eternal game...
Shackled souls bound to his sea.
Blackbeard’s wrath and the Kraken’s claw,
Drag us deep where no light draws!

Buried deep where no stars gleam,
Among the wrecks'o'sailor’s dream.
Cursed and damned, our tale’s full told,
The locker claims both young and old!

Buried deep where lights don't shine:
Among the wrecks we intertwine.
Cursed and dead our tale to end,
Fate we can't refuse my friend!

Cannons rotted, barnacled and dead,
No tears for us, the sea's been fed.
Silent bawls swallowed by the brine,
Kraken’s maw has marked our sign!