A storm dominates the night
as waves take the helm
Barbossa paying no mind
on the ship\'s direction
\'you have to be good and lost
to find a place that don\'t wanna be found\'
Yes, Davy Jones\' Locker is what we seek
for the song has been sung
and Jack Sparrow is needed
as one of the nine pirate lords
he holds one of the nine pieces of eight
the crew become dishevelled
and they try to turn the ship
falling off the edge of the world
right onto the lockers\' beach
Sparrow cruises the purl
on the crab\'s backs over sand
straight to the ocean
collecting its crew
as the black purl sails frozen waters
marked with death
never to be crossed over
suffering creeps in like fog
craving the green light of dawn
with soundless moans
yearning for the soil of free waters