Ship-wrecked and sharks are lining up
Life vests and floating timbers
They're not enough
To hold the current from dragging us under
To the hidden place where the Kraken slumbers
An icy grave that chills straight to your bones
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
The current pulls and it's pulling us under
The tidal waves, they crash like thunder
An icy grave that chills straight to your bones
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
The lighthouse calls but the fog doesn't answer
A lonely curtain spreads out like cancer
The sea is greedy; she won't give up her dead
Go down with the ship, to this beast you'll be fed
We die
We live
We die
We live