Time carries on, never looking back
Journeying on to where blue meets black
The cots are a’ sway with the rolling of the waves
As the ship’s crew rests in their evening graves
The flags scrape the sky, their colors raised high
Stretching out towards the horizon lines
This stealth silhouette is the life that he bet
The night that the helmsman gambled with Death

Alone in the night he solemnly stands
 [bad word] gripped tightly in ancient tired hands
Years at sea have taken their toll
So the reaper appears to claim his soul

Time carries on, never looking back
Journeying on to where blue meets black
The cots are a’ sway with the rolling of the waves
As the ship’s crew rests in their evening graves
The helmsman grows pale with the silence of sails
Death whispers softly from behind its veil
“With a roll of these dice you can fight for your life
Evens you’ll win, but odds are you’ll die”

He who lay waking [bad word] to decide
His fate awaits on one of six sides
As he rises, their eyes are met
This deadly wager he accepts

Time carries on, never looking back
Journeying on to where blue meets black
The cots are a’ sway with the rolling of the waves
As the ship’s crew rests in their evening graves
The dice are thrown, and time has now slowed
The breath of Death’s winds have begun to blow
Staking his life on a game of chance
One man trapped in macabre dance

Time carries on, never looking back
Journeying on to where blue meets black
The cots are a’ sway with the rolling of the waves
As the ship’s crew rests in their evening graves
And now here he lies with stars in his eyes
Scenes of his life leave him paralyzed
Gone to where no one has even explored
And seen what no man has ever seen before