go and tell the captain the waves are growing high and anyone washed overboard leave them here to die go now tell his mistress who lies in sheets of wine the candles and the invocations will not bring down the tide he s abandoned any hope of life now the endless storms that rage upon us grow from ripples in his mind he has chosen darkness over light now mistress and crew have lied and left him to be cold to be cold lied and left him to be cold