aye, nine fathom deep
the mates do sleep,
nine fathom deep,
their secrets they keep.
'twas a cross,
no albatross.
nine fathom deep
wickeds did leap.
nine fathom deep
spirits creep.
you think it a myth,
you think it lore?
you think it dreams,
i think it more.
how ancient the mariner,
do you know?
i think the mariner
was just a mere stow.
visions, and spirits and ghost ships
and baked black solemn dried lips
dwell in the the black hearts of men
and in deprivations of kith and of kin
and daft minds of wicked black sin.
nine fathom deep
their secrets they keep.
nine fathom deep
forever asleep.