Vanderdecken
"Alight the night afire!" The captain cried,
Over the roar of the malicious tide.
"For that ghastly illumination
Shall be the beacon of our salvation!
Put forth your muscle, my salty gents.
Not even God could halt this event!"
Chorus
:
Purgatory I see dead ahead!
Hoist the sails and pray for redemption.
Vanderdecken!
Now hasten into eternity.
Curse the captain for oblivion.
Vanderdecken!
The Dutchman trembled, its rigging swayed,
The Cape of Good Hope would soon be made.
The sea raged as the tempest did wail.
In God’s wraith, the ship would not prevail.
Drawn into Poseidon’s murky den,
Thanks to the boast of Vanderdecken.
Chorus
: (Repeat once.)
The apparition sails, interim,
Caught in the clutches of Yahweh’s whim.
The Flying Dutchman, that ghostly ship,
Will sail forever toward that tip
Of Africa and its final port.
To end the jaunt and this curse, abort.
Chorus
: (Repeat.)
Legion
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