Lost at sea, no homelands* Rain comes down, night close at hand Mariners, unsaved souls Caught between hull, spars, and bolts Due south or north, east and west On searching the way to ol' Davy's own chest Through the storm, lightning hits Oceans deep, bottomless pits Bloodred moon, starsea skies Bowknot tied the pirate flag flies Due south or north, east and west On searching the way to ol' Davy's own chest From the mastheads to keel She's a vessel surreal It's one hell of a trip On the black devil ship, aye! From the mastheads to keel She's a vessel surreal It's one hell of a trip On the black devil ship From the mastheads to keel She's a vessel surreal It's one hell of a trip On the black devil ship, aye! Aye!