The Song of the Damned

Sit around ye and listen   To this tale as old as night   Men of these seas hath appeared   Then left their grand old bight.*       The dead will come and claim   A debt ye all have yet paid   To stand outside your door well   ‘Till life once yours rot in hell.     All had died, that eve so old   Captain, Shipwright, crew, and all   ‘Tis I, the survivor now   Speaks this tale of death and appall       I ran then from the barqué*   Toward the catamaran*   I tried to leave the boat fast   And hide where the fog began       The Captain’s corpse did jump up   And threw his arms ‘round my neck   For all these years I’ve had him   This spectre, the curse’s hex       Beware all the dead man’s wind   The killer of all man’s kin   The screams of dying women   ‘Tis the cursed Song of the Damned