Down in Davy Jones locker we shall go,
where man has no ego.
Down in the depths of the water deep,
where strange creatures creep.
Past the sharks and giant squid,
in the blackness where treasures are hid.
Deep down where no man will reign victor,
almost to the earth's core.
This is a place where we know little of,
far from the world we walk on above.
What lies in this deep realm of dread,
are the stories of the lost soul that are dead.
Hold your own tight so that they may respect the sea,
for in the bowls of the deep leave alone what left to be.
