The night woke up and spilled the stars in the sky
She left some of them around her neck
For her devotee moon
The brightest loner in the iron mantle
Will come soon
Tides and winds were jostling Ocean Pearl
It was lazy eight at open deck
We drank rum smoking clay pipes
Splice the mainbrace
Quartermaster started to sing
Some of us were dancing
Some followed him and
Our voices merged into one note
Forgetfulness took us with it until
It was time for the last signal of bosun
To pipe the crew down but all went wrong
We have not seen the steel blade
That cut the throat of quartermaster
Though we had his sticky and warm blood
On our faces and there was only silence.
Suddenly captain\'s scream broke the air:
We are under attack!
All hands on deck!
Get spadroons, take blunderbusses
Hold pikes!
Damn ye…!
Someone damaged our rudder!
Madness, the attacker is not in sight
Though we felt that massive, destructive power
At top of the mast
This incarnate evil could remain invisible
But for some reason it chose to materialize
It appeared as the naked body of a girl
Floating on a chariot over our heads
Cladding in loincloth and
Spikes at the elbow pads
Her fiery hair were fluttering with sails
The sword was glistening on back
We couldn\'t take eyes off her
Because she was so phenomenal
Her gaze wandered among us
Looking for someone
Suddenly she stopped in a front of captain
He aimed the flintlock but
At the same moment he recognized her
He named her Annabel and surrendered to her
Red hair devil waited a while before
Skewered his heart in one single thrust
Bravest man was killed
Give no quarter!
You’re goona die, girl
But look!
Did you see that?
Bloody demon cries
Rick Cahoon jumped to her with axe
Touched only sky
Brand pierced him soon
Fell by Captain Grey
We died in turn
Wounded Bill asked in a whisper:
Where are we heading?
My eyes perceive Fiddler\'s Green
And right after he added:
I discern the shape of Davy Jones\' misery
Tim assaulted her with a marlin spike
Demon remained intact
Pounded brass knob on Tim\'s skull
She launched her sword with a great force and
Ricocheting off other objects
She was in all places at once moving at a speed
Than the human eye couldn\'t process
Pieces of her images wrap us tight
Taking away our freedom step by step
At the last moment of the brisk of the air
Viscera tasted sweet breathing once more
Till wrath of the ocean sucked us and
By mysterious power we have become ghosts