Gather round now, my young sailors
And hear the words of my many years
If you see a strange shadow 'neath the surface
Tell the helmsman to steer clear
There's a craft more feared than the Nautilus
That travels beneath the same waves
It's the submarine called the Nocturnis
A sight that I pray that you'll ne'er have to face
She's a hulk of an undersea warship
Dwarfing her peers by at least twenty times
But she slips through the deep like a dancer
At fifty-five knots as I am alive
And her captain is sworn, by the Queen I'm told
To blow pirates out of the sky
But he'll just as soon board you and cut out your throat
If you're in the wrong place, the wrong time
Well, McLeod is his name and he has one goal
Upon which the Crown does rely
He hunts the fell Captain Thorngauge
To settle a passing slight
The Nocturnis has tracked the Hinderscipe
From Port Royal to Liverpool
The submariner and the air pirate
In a trans-Atlantic duel
Woe-oh-oh-oh
So if your lookout says he sees
An eagle clashing with a shark
It might be McLeod and Thorngauge ahead
Applying powder to the spark
And if that's the case you'd best seize the helm
And steer your poor vessel away
For the Nocturnis' guns will not be deterred
When the sub captain sights
His prey