Lord of the Storm (Upon the Boiling Sea II) 3 Inches of Blood

[Intro]
Lord of the storm rides in the eye, eye of the hurricane
Lord of the storm rides in the eye, in the eye of Hell
Rider on the night and ruler of the damned

Damnation creeps upon everyone, a sense of fatal warning
Within the crew there's treachery, a mutiny is brewing
The first mate draws his cutlass forth, towards the captain challenging a duel
You've sentenced us to a watery grave, this ship will sink into the sea
A brutal storm is on the rise, wrath of an angered deity
Batten down the hatches for a struggle that will take all of our lives
None shall live to tell the tale of this wretched night

Terror of the seven seas, Lord of the storm spreads like disease
Unlike anything seen before, the Lord of the storm

Behold the wrath the skies unleash
Until we're dead it shall not cease
The gods have made their judgement call
And it spells certain death

The captain mind cannot be swayed
He'd rather die than give away
All of the treasure chests below
To the grip of the unforgiving deep