The mermaids watch from neath the waves
The Skellie’s shamble near
The kraken creeps out in the deeps
The sea has much to fear
Through merchant trade or fortress raid
We fill our hungry hold
For souls in skulls we patch our hulls
And dig up hoarder’s gold
For legends’ sake we make our stake
To these forgotten lands
When slain by sword we all must board
the ferry of the damned
Hans Zimmer - The Organ of Davy Jones
