The heroine stood up on the deck   The ship was out of control   The bow was being ripped to shreds   Men were fighting down below   The sea had pummeled the boat for so long   That they knew nothing but fear      And the baby's in the box   He thinks the door is locked   The sea is in a state   The baby learns to wait for the heroine   Ohh, ohh, for the heroine   Locked in his defense, he waits for the heroine      The mast is cracking as he waves are slapping   Sailors roll across the deck   And when they thought none was looking   They would cut a weaker man's neck   While the heroine dressed in a virgin white dress   Tried to steer the mighty ship   But the raging storm wouldn't hear of it   They were in for a long trip      Baby's in the box   He thinks the door is locked   He finds it hard to breathe   Drawing in the sea   And where's the heroine to fire off the gun   To calm the raging seas   And let herself be seized, by the -      - baby in the box   The thinks the door is locked   The woman has the keys   But there is no moment she can seize   Here's to the heroine   Who transcends all the men   Who are locked inside the box   Will the lady let them out   Ohh, the heroine, ooohh, ooohhh, the heroine   Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine   Strapped to the mast, the pale ascendant heroine