Flying Dutchman

Cape horn is raging, tearing the sails,
my vessel’s riding the gale
Through roaring thunder I’m breaking waves,
leading the crew to my aim
Wind’s growing stronger, howling my name,
Southern Cross scarring my eyes
Shipmates all begging to storming sea,
crying the oath to the skies
Oceans will open to fearless who gamble the soul
Damnation lies on me to squeeze the rotten helm,
the horror of the sea lives in me!
Under the torn black sail I’m Flying to the deep,
The Flying Dutchman tale set me free
Shall you encounter gale in the sky,
omen of certain demise
Abandon prayers, welcome aboard,
my ship belongs to no port
Traded my soul to the Devil for glory and gold
Damnation lies on me to squeeze the rotten helm,
the horror of the sea lives in me!
Under the torn black sail I’m Flying to the deep,
The Flying Dutchman tale set me free