Enraged, I command this sea
For eons I've carried their prayers
Crushing them beneath me
I, the Guide of Mariners
Enshrined by eerie bones and skin
I judge not your accursed faith
Thousands of ghosts, I carry within
I, the Fallen, Azrael, the Wraith
When the curtain of life
Falls suddenly over your astounded eyes
My majesty releases you from strife
I, Widowmaker, the Lord of Lies
At the Cape of Good Hope
Debris, pain, agony drew me
Life collapsing, hands reaching for a rope...
I, the Deathly Escort, your destiny
Amidst the wrecked ships
A sailor still clings to hope
Refusing to kiss death's lips
A vain attempt to elope
"Save your prayers," I say
"For Death has chosen you today
Embrace the world as it fades to grey
This is a future you can't betray"
And I swallow the dead
A phantom whale for the disenchanted
I imprison and shred
The life you took for granted
"Save your prayers," I say
"For I have chosen you today
Boy, man, old, weak and strong
Gravestones on my endless song
My labour is endless
Guiding the fallen on my undertow
All have been like you, restless
Before the final throe