We set sail in search for better times
Taking upon new gods to praise
Hoping one might forgive our crimes
And bless us all with healthy days

But fate comes to all and remains fair
Even to those who try to prepare
We were all considered well versed
Until our fate had been found cursed

In these waters there lies true horror
A death by which I would feel honor
Demons live here and as they arrive
The crew prays to God we might survive

But I’ve seen God and he’s not here
Even deities have something to fear
We are just food for stronger foes
Lose all hope and **** your heroes