Her anchors have been ripped from starboard and port
By fickle-faced freighters who promised a consort
From bow to stern, she's been ravished by cliffs
Left in the Arctic to aimlessly drift
Her radio calls are only heard by ghosts
Who haunt the ribs of broken beasts on the coast
Alert the Captain!
Sound the alarm!
They've looted our hull and stolen our arms.
Abandon ship!
Fire the flares!
The lifeboats are missing, no hope is found there.
This vessel is rusted and moaning with age,
Singing her story of desolation and rage.
And with her I'll stay as she slowly goes down,
Holding her steady as we slowly drown.
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