Ch2

Waves so white, the stars delight

To shine so bright this winter night

With the ocean's sound, breaking the silence

I've men not prepared to endure this violence

The moon awakes the crew of the dead

A ghastly green glow, the ocean floor bled

Souls that sold themselves instead

Of drifting to drown where the current led

They are the essence of men not moved on

Whose first verse was of a rowing song

Men who forgot the starboard bow burst

Men who don't know they're under a curse

The new crew gasps, the old crew chuckles

The men on the crow's nest feel the first rumbles

The whole crew spots a mast break the waves

A ship of the damned, the discarded, the depraved