The storm formed like marauders in an ambush from the sea
It effortlessly tore through that vessel of our greed
Three days ago I would have killed to leave this fate behind,
And escape my watery grave!

In what I'm sure will be the last few minutes of this curse
An addled thought suggests I use the sea to quench my thirst
Three days ago I would have bet my life that I'd have drowned
To escape my watery grave!

Cannon fire, thief and liar, starving and alone!
Dessicated, silver-tongued forgotten sack of bones!
Hallucination, aberration, demon from below!
Don't tell me about perdition, I don't think you'd know!

I fill my gut with water ‘til I'm bursting at the seams
Then vomit out the evil blood that courses through my being
Three days ago I would have given up this evil life
To escape this watery grave!

Cannon fire, thief and liar, life was overblown!
Dessicated, twisted husk, your kingdom overthrown!
Hallucination, aberration, demon from below!
Don't tell me about perdition, I don't think you'd know!

Someone wiser than myself once said that great men die before their time!
But no-one ever told me that the greatest are remembered or forgotten for their crimes!

The sun burns through my dried out flesh, it drinks my life away
But leaves with me the things of which I'd prefer not to say
Three days ago my tombstone would have been fit for a king
Now this flotsam epitaph will have to do for me!

Cannon fire, thief and liar, life was not atoned!
Dessicated, rotting corpse, forgotten and alone!
Hallucination, aberration, demon from below!
Don't tell me about perdition, Don't tell me about perdition
Don't tell me about perdition, I don't think you'd know.