And they sang a terrible song,
Calling the sailors to sing along:
She’ll listen as you lead a song;
Dance across the sinking rig,
An indigo waltz, a violent jig
With beasts who sing the terrible song,
Jostled amid the terrible throng
And you spin, spin a watery thread
And turn and turn with the watery dead.
Spin, spin, to the terrible song.
Spin and spin, ‘til the water’s gone.
A drowned maid, at your partnered feet,
Swift and nimble; to a watered waltz.
Indigo eyes betray watery faults,
Spinning in a terrible waltz,
Turning to a drowning jig.
Spin, spin, ‘cross burning rig,
A terrible blue polka, a violent waltz.
Spin, spin, on the drowning rig.
Spin, spin, to this terrible jig.
And the dancing beasts sing a terrible song,
Partnered, dancing, in a terrible throng
Dancing to your terrible song.
And while the Demons danced amid the pyre,
They burned a people of sorrow and fire...