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Mystic cove on the horizon, so far ahead
She ran her course - This ship of the dead
Splitting the sea leaving mist in our wake
Omitting ourselves to the sea, row! Row away
Our lives are a cloth to the winds
We gave our blood 'til the bitter end
One last voyage, to pass this realm
With our ghost captain at the helm
Drift on towards the shore we shall cross
To beyond, our restless souls cease to be lost
A captain's sacrifice, for his life and death!
Take our vessel, give these men eternal rest
Our lives are a cloth to the winds
We gave our blood 'til the bitter end
One last voyage, to pass this realm
With our ghost captain at the helm
One last reason, to sail beside me
Surrender your existence to the sea!