Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare
The siren calls all souls on board to follow her down
Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown
Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there
She's tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free
No hope of rescue, no hope of dry ground
Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose
No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close
And the bell rings seven times
And the bell rings seven times, all hands left on deck
I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air
But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me
An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea
But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below
And the bell rings seven times, all hands left on deck
