What winds, what salty water sprays that thou wilt not feel?
O' strong listless love, hast thou ne'er seen the sun and felt it's yellow rays?
Why thou hand so cold stays?
A strong black tomb your home makes;
Torn coal-black sails
Your wave breaks scares yon' whales.
Wan and hunger'd love;
Thou so very cold?

Hellman's fate art gent'ler than
this demon-life torment
into our world sent
by Heathen Gods, a world of gold
as unholy legend told
and thy lust thy greed punished
by curse.

O' thy curse, thy blood, longing of humanity.
Was thy greed worthy of this?
Was thy lust worth loss of kiss?
Dost thou flesh scream for touch of me,
of woman, of heat,
of screaming passion where two bodies meet?
Thy sweat, her screams, sweetly sounding on bare ship walls...

I mean not to torture thee, nor to cause such pain.
O', sweet man, wicked, so base;
How you cause mine heart to race!
You cad, you dog, out of mine thoughts, ye man of hell!!
Out, ye cold death man adored,
would I sooner mine self abhorred...

Oh, hell...hell with thee, thou pirate so cold.
To trade gold for mine love for thee,
darling, shall it never be.
Thy dead love would sail me through
the roughest seas of darkest blue.
To find thy gold, thy soul, thy curse.
To slake thy hunger with apples sweet,
and feed thy heart until complete.