Enraged, I command this sea For eons I've carried their prayers Crushing them beneath me I, the Guide of Mariners Enshrined by eerie bones and skin I judge not your accursed faith Thousands of ghosts, I carry within I, the Fallen, Azrael, the Wraith When the curtain of life Falls suddenly over your astounded eyes My majesty releases you from strife I, Widowmaker, the Lord of Lies At the Cape of Good Hope Debris, pain, agony drew me Life collapsing, hands reaching for a rope... I, the Deathly Escort, your destiny Amidst the wrecked ships A sailor still clings to hope Refusing to kiss death's lips A vain attempt to elope "Save your prayers," I say "For Death has chosen you today Embrace the world as it fades to grey This is a future you can't betray" And I swallow the dead A phantom whale for the disenchanted I imprison and shred The life you took for granted "Save your prayers," I say "For I have chosen you today Boy, man, old, weak and strong Gravestones on my endless song My labour is endless Guiding the fallen on my undertow All have been like you, restless Before the final throe