The Curse of the H.M.S. Dutchman

An ancient ship Black sails raised They reach for any breeze Ignored by Calypso Feared my men and spirits alike Lost souls wander the unpolished deck Waiting in unbearable heat As souls drift by on tattered boats Screaming for release Knowing they are bound for eternity Some scramble aboard Prisoner of time Part of a decaying ship Never able to leave Watching the land pass by Cool waterfalls Lush green forests Cool breezes blow from the white sands They merely tease Taunting their burning eyes Allowing only a moment hope Before entering the endless hopelessness Leaving the light behind The last glimpse of sunset Says good be to the condemned Before they start an eternity of nothing An ever ending punishment That not even death can end