I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone
 Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown
 And the bell rings seven times

 Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose
 No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close
 But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below
 And the bell rings seven times

 All hands left on deck

 An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea
 She's tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free
 But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me
 And the bell rings seven times

 All hands left on deck

 No hope of rescue
 No hope of dry ground
 The siren calls all souls on board
 To follow her down

 Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there
 Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare
 I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air
 And the bell rings seven times

 All hands left on deck