Go and tell the Captain
the waves are growing high.
and anyone washed overboard,
leave them here to die.

Go now, tell his mistress,
who lies in sheets of wine...
The candles and the invocations
will not bring down the tide.

He's abandoned any hope of life now.

The endless storms that rage upon us
grow from ripples in his mind.

He has chosen darkness over light now.

Mistress and crew have lied and left him to be cold...

To be cold.

Lied and left him to be cold.