[00:32.31]A black shape sits on deck in a red glistening puddle
[00:37.29]Sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle.
[00:41.8]The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter,
[00:46.33]Clothes torn and drenched in blood and salt water.
[01:17.85]"Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!“
[01:22.81]His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!“
[01:28.41]Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!”“
[01:40.75]A ship made of mist like quicksilver thread.
[01:45.14]This skeleton vessel sings songs for the dead.
[01:51.11]To take a deep breath and set his mind back in motion,
[01:56.41]He stumbles upright and fumbles to the prow.
[02:04.96]His eyes now closed to hear his dead ocean,
[02:09.51]He feel the world has altered somehow.
[02:15.61]Deafening silence, the ocean seems gone.
[02:20.62]Hardly a whisper nor notes of wind song.
[03:53.53]"Hist fortune to dust, his fortune to dust!“
[03:58.39]His triumph in vain, his triump in vain!“
[04:04.14]Riches to ashes! His tears lost in rain!”“
[04:16.48]In a final attempt to end this bitter roam,
[04:20.84]He looks at the stars with their comforting glare.
[04:27.15]But the lights above that once guided him home,
[04:32.41]Scattered and shattered, are no longer there.
[04:39.77]Now dawning upon him loke rays of the sun,
[04:45.82]His state and his fate cannot undone.
[04:51.61]The captain now trapped on this skeleton vessel,
[04:56.34]Adrift on the voide in a black floating castle.
[05:12.86]Chained to a twilight and bound to his boat.
[05:16.93]Swearing his vengeance on the other afloat.
[05:22.44]Light at the end that have the world in their grip.
[05:26.44]He shall have his conquest
[05:28.98]As death came through a phantom ship!