All was dark
and the sky was still
a blinding mist
closing in
Unconcerned
The young captain filled his whiskey glass to the rim,
to the rim
Like a crystal cathedral afloat on the tide
comes a mountain of ice on a course to collide
While passengers sleep,
thinking God's on their side
Terror's at deck, you're lost to the sea
Waken and lies your destiny Soon you'll sleep in the sand
The white giant moans,
sweet dreams turn
cold Time is up,
music plays
As the sirens blow,
the left boat head Better luck,
better luck
The wrecked captain ascends to abandon the ship
While the captain may just his tuxedo bid
With his glass raised up high as the ice water hits
Terror's at deck, you're lost to the sea
SOS if you can
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