The Phantom Sea

Heave, ho
Heave, ho
On this eerie night, we row
Where the dead rise to tell
The tale of old Keelhaul Joe
Through the Phantom Sea, we go

The waves, they whisper secrets
Of a crew who met their fate
In the depths of Jones's locker
Where the cursed congregate
The storm that claimed their galleon
Now rages in their souls
Compelled by hellish purpose
Reaping vengeance from below

Heave, ho
Heave, ho
On this eerie night, we row
Where the dead rise to tell
The tale of old Keelhaul Joe
Through the Phantom Sea, we go

Old Joe’s eyes are hollow
And his breath a chilling mist
His frame torn asunder
With iron shackles on his wrists
They say he wields a cutlass
Sharpened on the keel’s teeth
Of the ship that condemned him
And his crew to drink the sea

Heave, ho
Heave, ho
On this eerie night, we row
Where the dead rise to tell
The tale of old Keelhaul Joe
Through the Phantom Sea, we go

Oh, oh
Beware old Keelhaul Joe
Oooh
Beware old Keelhaul Joe
Don’t catch yourself sleeping
It’s blood that he’s seeking
He’ll drag you down below
Keelhaul Joe

Heave, ho
Heave, ho
On this eerie night, we row
Where the dead rise to tell
The tale of old Keelhaul Joe
Through the Phantom Sea, we go

So if you hear him screaming
Through the shallows of the eve
Better pray your souls escape
The retribution that he seeks

Heave, ho
Heave, ho
On this eerie night, we row
Where the dead rise to tell
The tale of old Keelhaul Joe
Through the Phantom Sea, we go