Upon the wheel i do vainly cling
as my ship is tossed upon this churning sea.
By a wind insanely enraged,
seeking my demise, promising death.
I see the dragons teeth in the thrashing froth of angry waves.
Seeking my flesh
The lust for rending on their chill fetid breath.
Ow but i would deny thee
With my ragged voice i taunt thee
With all my might
Every fiber of my being pull to port pull, pull, the wheel
Into the wind
Straight on into its gnashing teeth
Trim the sails and with lusty cry have at the beast
And when i scream
In terrors grip with a maddened gleam
No not this day
I shall not lay down
The storms fury does redouble
To drown my flesh beneath stone weighted waves
That top the forecastle by a span and a half
But in the winds howling
You can hear my banshee laugh
Pull the wheel, pull, pull to port
Take the wave cross quarter and down the other side
Then role back to starboard
Head on into her next assault
No, NO not this day
Will despair have sway
The wind tears at me
seeking to cleave flesh from soul
The sea does role vengefully beneath me
The spar and kneel grown
With shredded sail and flying rope
I sail through hells tempest
With vain courage and little hope
But surrender is not in me
If this boiling sea would see an end to me
She must more than break my mast
She must crush my goals
No, NO not this day
Ever onward into the gales claws
Beaten and battered
But not broken
