Rotten flesh

So there amongst the rotten corpses

penance you must bear

Smell the rotten flesh

on decay you stare

The putrid smell as you drift

on a dead sea

The curse of dead men’s eyes

that cannot see

So ponder well

on this rotting flesh

Let your penance eat you up

till vanity does rest

Those corpses will come to life

and on you seek revenge

Unless through your penance

your vanity does end

So in total solitude

decay you do breathe

The loneliest place on earth

on that cruel sea

And when at last

your purgatory does end

Then with King Neptune

you will face the end

The curse of these dead men

the breaking of the spell

Well ancient mariner

you’ll not go to Hell