My lady death and darkness
She has come unto me
To speak of trite misfortune
As we travel oe’r the sea
The Ocean grey and listless
The whole world pale and still
The sea knows she has wronged me
And she cannot break my will
The music of the waves
Fades in with the high tide
I cannot leave my wooden island
I could not if I tried
For I have kept myself for the ocean, the ocean cold and wide
But it is for gold, and gain thereof, that I have died.
