Artista: 800 Octane
  Canción: Lost At Sea

This crew of 40 hands
Heading for uncharted lands
Old maps and plans warn of
Sirens and sea serpents
By night we sail
Headed through storm gust and gale
We are no strangers
To sharks, pirates, other dangers
But this ship is going down
Something off the starboard bow
The crew calls out to Davey Jones
They say "We’re headed home"
It won’t be long
There’s a calm before the storm
And old sailors songs
Speak of dragons, sunken Spanish galleons
Lost without a trace
Disappearing beneath the waves
Red sky this morning
Always been an old time sailor’s warning
This ship is going down
Something off the starboard bow
All hands abandon ship except the captain
He said "I’m going down with it"
And we will not be saved
From this watery grave
Bodies to the sea
Swallowed by the leagues
This ship’s headed home
Call to Davey Jones
Can you hear the sound?
It’s the rattle of the dead ship going down
Rising water filling up our lungs
Sea has come to reclaim all her sons
And as we fade beneath these churning waves
We will not be saved
Going down
We’re going down.