Where moaning winds across the brine
Doth beckon souls to watery tomb
A phantom craft, unbound by time
Hath risen from the swirling gloom
Come forth, ye wandering eyes
Witness the decks of sorrowed cries
Beneath the moon's unholy gleam
Our fate is sealed in haunted dreams
The crew, mere wraiths in silent dread
Unshackled ghosts in pale unrest
Their torments by the tide are fed
'Twixt mortal fear and ocean's crest
Come forth, ye wandering eyes
Witness the decks of sorrowed cries
Beneath the moon's unholy gleam
Our fate is sealed in haunted dreams
Yet in the wake of cursed desire
A spark of hope alights the pyre