Worm on the line 
What a thrill
What a fate
Lord, would it kill ya
To jiggle the bait
So many days of just casting away 
The hook just a thorn in the tide

The crew has grown restless
The rum made us numb
The wind is so still 
A cadaver’s lung 
The rank of a mutiny 
It smells pretty good to me
It’s a wonder it took so long

Captain’s final log
Seems like we’re sinking
We’ll all die like dogs
In the maw of an unspeakable thing

What did we awaken?
Which direction is home
All I can hear is this maddening hum
Our cannonballs useless
Our defenses toothless
Swallowed up by the unknown

Captain’s final log
Seems like we’re sinking
We’ll all die like dogs
In the maw of an unspeakable thing