With bloodred sails
And with ebony masts
Through the roaring tempest,
'round the cape of fate
Searching for release
From the course that overcast
The life of the flying Dutchman
'till he found a handsome maid
No blood runs through his veins
No heart beats in his chest
And the pale light of the moon
Is the colour of the rest
He is dammed to cuise the ocean
Forever and a day. 'till he found
A handsome loving maid
To release him from his pain.