Every time the water breaks and soaks me to the bone   I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone   Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown   And the bell rings seven times      Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose   No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close   But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below   And the bell rings seven times      All hands left on deck      An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea   She's tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free   But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me   And the bell rings seven times      All hands left on deck      No hope of rescue   No hope of dry ground   The siren calls all souls on board   To follow her down      Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there   Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare   I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air   And the bell rings seven times      All hands left on deck