A ghostly story is told
About the Cape of Good Hope
And its ocean waters cold
At the very world's end's slope

Many sailor, panic struck
Images in his mem'ry burned
Know's how he taunted his luck
And what lesson he has learned

Against the wind, with bloodred sails
Cursed until the day of doom
When our God at last prevails
She shall haunt the ocean's gloom

Sailed away at Easter tide
Churchbells rang, she disobeyed
Now there's nowhere she can hide
She shall sail to hell's own gate