Cape Horn -

A trader leaving harbour

Farewell waving hands

Set course with godspeed

To far promising lands

The sun is mildly shining

Sails bulging in the breeze

An expedition seeking

Free passage to the east

In south atlantic waters

Crossing the exquator

Passing patagonia

And sierra del fuezo

Screams come from the crow’s nest

His horrid obscuration

The sight of the flying dutchman

Portent of damnation

Sailor’s nightmare

Ship of ghosts

Fearsome traveller

Curse of boats

Dead man’s island

Hell begins

Down-pour rain

Hhowling winds

Inconstant currents

Waves like walls

Floating icebergs

Polar squalls

Blustering maelstroms

Furious storms

Seamen’s graveyard

'Round the horn

Looming up at starboard

Monolithical form

Seafarers fall on their knees

As they behold cape horn

Months now lasts the effort

They have lost all hope

A dancing wreck of splintered wood

Icing on the ropes

The craft battered and broken

Crew drowning like rats

Their shattered galleon sinking

Into mysterious dephts