The storm formed like marauders in an ambush from the sea It effortlessly tore through that vessel of our greed Three days ago I would have killed to leave this fate behind! And escape my watery grave! In what I'm sure will be the last few minutes of this curse An addled thought suggests I use the sea to quench my thirst Three days ago I would have bet my life that I'd have drowned To escape this watery grave! Cannonfire, thief and liar, starving and alone Dessicated, silver tongued forgotten sack of bones Hallucination, abberation, demon from below Don't tell me about perdition, I don't think you'd know. I fill my gut with water till I'm bursting at the seams Then vomit out the evil blood that courses through my being Three days ago I would have given up this evil life To escape this watery grave! Cannonfire, thief and liar, life was overblown Dessicated, twisted husk, your kingdom overthrown Hallucination, abberation, demon from below Don't tell me about perdition, I don't think you'd know. Someone wiser than myself once said that great men die before their time! But, No-one ever told me that the greatest are remembered or forgotten for their crimes! The sun burns through my dried out flesh, drinks my life away But leaves with me the things of which I'd prefer not to say Three days ago my tombstone would have been fit for a king Now this flotsam epitaph will have to do for me Cannonfire, thief and liar, life was not atoned Dessicated, rotting corpse, forgotten and alone Hallucination, abberation, demon from below Don't tell me about perdition, Don't tell me about perdition Don't tell me about perdition, I don't think you'd know.