Calm seas, cool breeze
Ships float by at night
Alarm sounds "Taking rounds"
All prepare to fight
Quarters called, mast is falled
Ship begins to roll
Frightened screams, cracking beams
To Davey Jones, my soul
In the drink, watch her sink
Friends are still within
Freezing blue, drowning crew
Then comes the dorsal fin
Blue to red, bobbing head
Flying lions feast
Cold glass eye, scream then die
Victims of the beast
Makes them bob, your heart to throb
Pulls you underneath
Can't be real 'till you feel
Cold steel razor teeth
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