Pray thee, Captain, bid thee from thy berth
Don thy courage, rouse thy men of worth
The devil 'woke, below invokes a storm
Bid you run, lest you be won by morn'
(Humanat Έλα σε μένα)
(Animat Έλα σε μένα)
(Humanat Έλα σε μένα)
(Animat Έλα σε μένα)
Run thee lee side, refuge not you'll find
(Soon you'll be the sorrow of your kind)
Fast thy valor, veer thy vessel kind
(Not a soul nor sailor left behind)
Heeling ho', fall to and fro, your men
(Tossed about, you're trapped en route, and then)
Furl thy sail, 'gainst wind and gale you fend
(Run you now)
For the walls of the water doth rise
And the torrent doth flee from the skies
Bid you welcome your fate, ever nigh
Maelstrom churn
Kumne donne savenya
Kumne donne savenya
Get thee aft and cast thy fears astern
(Fear and doubt, thy downfall, you will learn)
For the weary and the wretched she shall spurn
(The weary and the wretched fall in turn)
No drogue nor batten can thee, from her, save
(Kumne donne saven you must run)
Run, lest Okeanos be thy grave
For the demons below you doth wake
And the deck that you stand on doth quake
Hell and havoc, your credence, shall break
Maelstrom churn
Batten break and deadwood burn
Thy men shall fall and thy keel in turn
For thee, the sea doth yearn
Waters crash, ocean bash and bray
Thy men shall fall down in dismay
Pray thee for break of day
For thy course now is wrought with despair
And thy crew, killed per thy costly fare
Not a sail nor a soul did she spare
Maelstrom churn
Kumne donne savenya
Kumne donne savenya