Though brave men ye be
Hearts and skin of stone
Hells fury has come to take thee
None Escape the storm

A squall advances quickly here
Shaping the mighty sea
Hands of water slap the hull and
Gusts rip the sails from their clews

Screams of anger, pain, and sorrow
Are lost to the storm's mighty voice
The master holds firmly the helm
As the craft slips beneath the waves