Far off the cape came in sight, they would round it in the night keep the lighthouse to their right
it was this light they would trust, as they were sailing after dusk, not to get lost

But in the darkness ahead, they saw the foam of the breaking waves some cried for help, some cursed instead
then silence when they faced their fate
and looked into their open grave

One shock, the ship hit the ledge, raised the bow for a stretch ripped its hull there on the edge
on deck, by god, what they saw, made them freeze to the core there’s a fire on the shore

And in the darkness ahead, they heard the sound of the breaking waves some started praying some cursed instead
then silence when they faced their fate
and fell into their open grave

The wreckers, now awaiting their reward, of goods of all sorts and all the treasures on board
they climb the side and pull their knives, cut off everything that’s tied leave no witness alive