| The crew froze as he wiped the blood off on his coat
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| And threw the helmsman ruthlessly overboard
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| In defiance of
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| The storm, that kept them anchored for so long
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| He swore an oath to
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| Forfeit right and wring
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| Irreverent he cussed loudly
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| «I will round the cape, even if I have to sail until doomsday!»
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| Their petrified facial expressions could tell
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| Their master was like a devil on this floating piece of hell
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| There and then he
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| Gave the signal of departure
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| «Make sail and weigh the hook!»
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| And so they left the harbor
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| Hear the easter bells tolling
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| Through the roaring sound of a rough sea
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| Accompanied by the sight of a ship sailing towards her destiny
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| What a spectacle of blasphemy
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| There was no rejoice after his mad choice
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| Sails were lost, decks were flooded
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| And lightning turned their ship into a coal-black carcass
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| Anxiety replaced vainglory
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| The storm died down but a sinister shroud of darkness remained
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| For the daylight came no more
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| Floating in unending dusk, adrift on liquid ground
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| Months went by and land was never found
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| Food supplies putrefied and pestilence broke out
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| Suicide became routine, some chose suspension
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| Others jumped and drowned
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| The dead were sown in hammocks
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| And disposed of in the sea, buried in a watery grave
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| After a short ceremony
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| The crew froze as he left his cabin with knife and gun
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| Slaughtering what was left of them one by one
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| There was an evil murderous glimpse in his eyes
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| By the time he was done
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| The ship was desecrated by death and demise
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| Van Der Decken lashes himself to the wheel
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| Swearing at Christ
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| «I shall not yield!» |
| all at once a new
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| Storm rose and lightning struck
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| The top mast broke off, impaling him
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| A shard of the crest piercing his chest, in a standing position
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| Nailed to the deck
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| And so a man dies
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| And a ghost resurrects |