So there amongst the rotten corpses 
penance you must bear 
Smell the rotten flesh 
on decay you stare 
The putrid smell as you drift 
on a dead sea 
The curse of dead men's eyes 
that cannot see 
So ponder well 
on this rotting flesh 
Let your penance eat you up 
till vanity does rest 
Those corpses will come to life 
and on you seek revenge 

Unless through your penance 
your vanity does end 
So in total solitude 
decay you do breathe 
The loneliest place on earth 
on that cruel sea 
And when at last 
your purgatory does end 
Then with King Neptune 
you will face the end 
The curse of these dead men 
the breaking of the spell 
Well ancient mariner 
you'll not go to Hell