The Frozen Tombs North Atlantic gale - aeronautical Compass spinning to counterclockwise Lost among the waves - dark directionless Moon and stars, unseen drifting circles Cut the engines dead - crew a mutinous Faceless wave of dread huddled circle Evil eye of a - motion lifting hand Cast the shifting sands leagues away Chance of finding land - slimmer by the still Godless will of the ocean current Waves are pounding - our hull from every side Left no place to hide, soon we drown Most got through to survive the hungry storm Rudder snapped and our engines dead Cast adrift we float aimless to the north Entering the cold iceberg straight More and more we saw heading to our hull Like a magnet attracting steel Now surrounded and inching closer the ‘bergs alive with activity Creatures, large and strong, nine or 10 feet tall forming circles and worshipping Ancient God on the ocean floor that delivered us to their icy sea As the iceberg closed we could see inside The translucent ice held a deadly prize Do my eyes deceive what I thought to be? Yet it can’t be true if their mad milieu Really hid the souls of our missing crew Should the many risk death to save the few? And I stared into as an iceberg grew From its hidden core to a close up view First, I saw the shape of my 1st mates face Then his eyes appeared locked in distant fear I began to think of his final fate He began to blank it was not too late With a wide eye stare and a voiceless cry Get me out of here I began to try But the chunk of ice he was captured in Was too thick to best as it drifted west Then replaced by 10 each bore eyes within That would caterwaul for my rescue call I passed out cold from those frozen eyes and awoke in days far from frozen skies As I told my tale none believed my words but they did not see or heard what I heard Now my nightly dreams are a haunted place filled with iceberg trapped hollow human face As I woke and sweat many nights it took ‘till my mind had clicked and I understood To appease their God from the ages old nameless creatures float trapping human souls And I know they live in their frozen tombs where eternity cannot come too soon...

Poseidon I felt the gale force wind that could clear the deck of men Washing them into the endless deep And I’ve seen the hail and rain off the southern coast of Spain Fill the holds and sink the strongest boat Take me down great Poseidon take me down All must bend and worship at your crown And you can… Pull me into your deepest ocean Pull me into your deepest depth Pull me under the waves of nightmare And I’ll stay between the devil and the deep blue sea I’ve lived a hurricane that drove a crew insane Jumping off the rails to their death I somehow just survived a waterspout alive That sent a dozen galleons to their fate Take me down great Poseidon take me down All must bend and worship at your crown And you can… Pull me into your deepest ocean Pull me into your deepest depth Pull me under the waves of nightmare And I’ll stay between the devil and the deep blue sea Yes I’ll stay between the devil and the deep blue sea

The Tale of the SMS Lebensraum Prepping for an ocean salvage Hunting an elusive ghost ship All alone among the ice floes - we will Sail to the deep-sea graveyard 50 fathoms on the surface Fearless as our crew and captain - search for What has been a myth and legend Drifting in the North Atlantic 80 years and never heard from Deutschland bound Stocked with gold Stolen treasure Plundered from a northern convoy Taken by a German warship Left the Allied crew to perish - Overboard And in the freezing water As the German crew were laughing Counting all the gold they took for - The Fatherland That would award them medals Soon as they returned to Berlin Set in for a course to Norway Forward full Steam ahead Glory bound Piloted by Capt. Dietrich Many years a loyal Nazi This was far his greatest conquest - for the Lebensraum his deadly warship Far surpassing any seawolf This insured a great promotion Never got Home to port Problems started Compasses with spinning needles Radio and radar silent Phantom ship on the horizon – mirage Of the convoy ship they plundered Steaming up toward a broadside Spectral crew prepared to ram her Tore her hull Flooded hold Sinking drowning Now the Lebensraum floats aimless Cursed by her German ghost crew Sailing in eternal circles Never free Never home Never resting...

Kraken Once I served ‘board a whaling ship Endless dark storms, an awful trip Every few days we’d see a sign Whales to port of Argentine When we set sail and closed the range Nothing was there to catch or chase Miles and miles of empty sea Damning our boat to refugees After a month we caught the sight Strange ocean movements and a light Aiming towards the parting waves Readied harpoons prepared to slay Just as we thought the game was won 50 yards tall, a devil spawn Pulled down our hull into the deep Cursing us all to endless sleep

Plague of the Sea Set out from Lisbon in calm perfect seas Off to Brazil for a couple of weeks Of white sandy beaches and restful respite To steady my nerves and restore my frail sight Five days from port a bad omen appeared An albatross followed our course at the rear To me it meant nothing but all of the crew Began crossing themselves on their knees, praying too The captain turned red out of rage then ordered the men back to place “There will be no curse on my ship or superstition on this trip” After this happened a dark storm arrived And the climate once friendly turned ugly and vile Our sails were torn and the merciless wind Which became a typhoon and battered the men The engines were damaged beyond our repair And the rudder had broken – we carried no spare We wired an SOS unceasingly but drifted unguided for what seemed a week Our lookout saw nothing at port to starboard no help or escort The ocean a mirror of blue did fade out our hopes of rescue Provisions were shrinking a desperate state Unless we found help soon it would be too late Then off the port bow and out of the fog A 3 masted sailing ship stood like a God We peopled the lifeboats and started to row With the joy of a rescue from desperate woe As we approached her no crew could be seen But the shanty we heard was a terrible thing Adrift in the Devil's Triangle Spirits dancing in the sky Compass spin madly Ghost of the Cyclops drifting by I am fate worse than death From flesh and blood to bone and teeth Now you’ll sail Armageddon's way Harbingers of doom, plague of the sea Search for souls to take our places The laughing moon became our faces Would you die for our embraces? North of Atlantic November Empty decks and cargo hold Crew of 10 - nowhere found The Marie Celeste, she sails alone Around the good Cape Gale force winds shut the sight from our eyes Tear your sail, snap your mast Flying Dutchman is home at last Search for souls to take our places The laughing moon became our faces Would you die for our embraces? It was now clear the danger we were in Was much worse than death or original sin The Phantom ship that we had found and her crew Had wanted our bodies and souls through and through Faced with two choices and forced to choose We turned from the ghost ship and its damned muse Rowing back sadly our damaged boat meant Starvation and slow death our future was set But given the choice between specter or corpse We all chose a natural end to our course With heavy hearts rowing was a joyless task On reaching our boat we climbed up and made fast So weaker and weaker we grew by the day As the Phantom ship mocked us and offered a way To rescue ourselves from this lingering fate By joining her crew before it was too late Beyond ‘morrow at first light the Phantom had vanished from sight Weakened by fear and in pain we cried for her help but in vain