Lyrics:

"On a desolate ocean night, as the wind howled 'n the skies rumbled, a folklore so mischievous unfolded. It tells the tale o' multiple ships that sailed 'n experienced the worst nightmares o' thar lives. That night, the wind was unusually fierce 'n the weather cold. The ship rumbled, shook 'n they all lost balance. No one knew wha' had happened, 'til the cap'n lost control o' the ship. Thar search fer ocean’s greatest unknowns, will soon come t' a close... permanently. "We be trapped!" His voice boomed across the floors, 'n the realization dawned on each one o' 'em. The tipsiness in thar eyes cleared, had they 'ave heard o' similar tales about ships who experienced a similar tug. Water sipped in from the side, 'n no scallywag was willin' t' die, thar faces went pale when the ocean stretched its hand in a watery form 'n plunged the cap'n right down to the depths! The first light that brought 'em hope was the wide, starvin' mouth o' Scylla; waitin' t' devour 'em. They couldn't return t' the gibbet, so they gave in t' thar deaths, wit' no one t' tell thar tales... 'til now."