Upon the ocean's wrathful breast, where krakens lurk and shadows rest. We sail, a vessel torn and scarred. To face the demons, grim and hard. Cannons roar, a thunderous cry, as crimson tides begin to rise. Our souls are stained with salty fear. As death creeps in, both far and near. Below the waves a monstrous form, with eyes that burn and teeth that storm. A kraken's grip, a deadly coil, to drag us down, to spoil. The devil's pact, a wicked game. We've sold our souls to sea and flame. But now we're trapped in this abyss. A sailor's curse, a sailor's kiss. The moon above, a ghostly guide, as we succumb to the ocean's tide. Our bodies sink to depths unknown, to join the lost, forever alone. Cannons roar, a thunderous cry, as crimson tides begin to rise. Our souls are stained with salty fear. And as we drown in darkest night, we see the demons bathed in light. Their laughter loud, cold and deep. As we descend into eternal sleep. Ocean's fury, a relentless tide. As life and death forever collide. The end is near, the final reckoning. As the abyss consumes all, leaving nothing. A sailor´s curse. A sailor´s kiss.