As we sail across the seas As we venture through the waters Around the cliffs, the murmur rocks The voices sing and the pilot drowns As we pa** the sirens' rocks Sailing without a helmsman A ship of fools, a ship doomed In approach of the vortex Maelstrom! Maelstrom! The name strikes terror in the heart Maelstrom! Maelstrom! And the fog descends upon us Chaos reigns upon the ship Enveloped by the murky fog And the wind, harsh and biting The vortex beckons for you Water, water, water everywhere Yet none for us to drink The whirlpool circles around us An albatross about your neck Narrowly we escape the vortex Then from the fog a lonely ship With neither crew nor captain Nevertheless it sails by us Its foghorn blows through the darkness Bells of warning, bells of warning The ship that sails with no flag Now holds the weather gage Its carronade fires, again and again The sails rip and the hull collapses As the ship begins to founder We sink; the ninth wave approaches