Cold still [bad word] deep
Pale before the eyes
Ravaged
By the hands that feed
Thunder clouds the skies
Drifting with the tide
Floating with the stream
The howling winds have gathered strength
From a whisper to a scream
Sell me down the river
And out to sea
Cast me adrift and set me to sail
Just one last kiss before raising [bad word] Beyond the pale
Beyond the pale
Heed to Neptune's calling deceived in fable and lore
Learn from treacherous bibles
Of murder, hate and war
Searching for the tears
In an ocean of rain
The yearning of the raging sea beckons once again
Sell me down the river
And out to sea
Cast me adrift and set me to sail
Just one last kiss before raising [bad word] Beyond the pale
Beyond the pale
Gathering of the storm
And the winds are blowing wild
Sweeping over cross and creed, country, colour and child
Mother nature cries for love
Her children lost at sea
And as the waves take me away
Say a prayer for liberty
Sell me down the river
And out to sea
Cast me adrift and set me to sail
Just one last kiss before raising [bad word] Beyond the pale
Beyond the pale
Beyond the pale
Beyond the pale