Ben Varney - An Ancient Rime Lyrics

And so our story begins
The sail hangs limp like the mask of executioners
There's not a breeze in sight, this ship there ain't no moving her
So I sip this bottle like the last drink of Boudicca
They say that death comes in threes like moods of Lucifer
And freeze we will cus these seas are getting icy
We ain't ate in days, my crew is getting feisty
A veteran of treacheries upon the high seas,
Floating 'round in circles searching for a sign of Pisces
That's not a plane that's a bird
Watch it sail above the earth
While we chained to this hearse
I start to blame it for this curse
I feel enraged, I get the urge
So I aim and let it burst
Feather's rain upon the deck
How far we strayed from our berth
That's not a plane that's a bird
Watch it sail above the earth
While we chained to this hearse
I start to blame it for this curse
I feel enraged, I get the urge
So I aim and let it burst
Feather's rain upon the deck
How far we strayed from our berth
Yeah
Stranded III
Mariner's Curse
I was sixteen rapping bout a bullet and a bottle
The progression little, that's a very bitter pill to swallow
I sit and wallow, the feeling that the mission's hollow
And still I use the loose excuse that there's still tomorrow
I built a burrow, in this ship I fill with sorrow
On nights I strayed away, a gentle angel seemed to follow
Resentment building at the freedom of my feathered friend
I shot that arrow, from that day, I swear he never left again
Swear he never left again