Overcasted oceans grim
A turbid, lashing storm
Over swell and through the fog
A silhouetted form
Bulging hull and rotting masts
Crashing through the waves
Sails torn and filled with holes
A thousand tiny caves
No one stirs within the ship
The decks are bare of life
The crew had called the doom themselves
With their guilty strife
Sail on the Dutchman
Coming from the sea
Ride on the ghost ship
Bring it back to me
Sail on the Dutchman
Coming from the fog
Ride on the ghost ship
Charted in death's log
On through the terrible night
It's coming for me
All through the horrible night
It's carving my destiny
God save the rich man
Betray his destiny
But God damn ye poor men
Bringing mutiny
You live but one time
It's always been the rule
But you can die forever
Ask the ship of fools
On through the terrible night
It's coming for me
All through the horrible night
It's carving my destiny
On we sailed on
Dreams we played on
It's coming for me
Caterwauling breaks the silence
Tortured moans and whales
Through the ocean, through the storm
The Flying Dutchman sails
