Flying Dutchman - Desert

Cape horn is raging, tearing the sails,

my vessel’s riding the gale

Through roaring thunder I’m breaking waves,

leading the crew to my aim

Wind’s growing stronger, howling my name,

Southern Cross scarring my eyes

Shipmates all begging to storming sea,

crying the oath to the skies

Oceans will open to fearless who gamble the soul

Damnation lies on me to squeeze the rotten helm,

the horror of the sea lives in me!

Under the torn black sail I’m Flying to the deep,

The Flying Dutchman tale set me free

Shall you encounter gale in the sky,

omen of certain demise

Abandon prayers, welcome aboard,

my ship belongs to no port

Traded my soul to the Devil for glory and gold

Damnation lies on me to squeeze the rotten helm,

the horror of the sea lives in me!

Under the torn black sail I’m Flying to the deep,

The Flying Dutchman tale set me free