Lack Of Limits: The dutchman's curse

With blood-red sails, ebony mast and the bitter gales Through the storm 'round the cape of fate the Flying Dutchman sails Searching for release from the curse that overcast The life of the Flying Dutchman 'till he's found a true-loving 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 damned to cruise the ocean forever and a day 'Till he's found a true-loving maid to release him from his pain CHORUS: With blood-red sails, ebony mast and the bitter gales Through the storm 'round the cape of fate the Flying Dutchman sails With blood-red sails, ebony mast and the bitter gales Through the storm 'round the cape of fate the Flying Dutchman sails "I will conquer the stormy cliffs of the cape!" The Dutch captain boastfully swore by his soul "Even if I sail until Judgement Day!" And he left the harbour to reach for his goal Through day, through night the sailor's ship fought Against the anger of the outrageous sea Struggling for their lives the men fell over board Devoured by the waves eternally (CHORUS) Seven times seven years have past Since the Dutchman's crew had drowned The lonesome sailor's ghost-ship Has stranded to the shore Along came a young fair maid And there the sailor she found She said "I know thy story and my death can save thy soul." (CHORUS) 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 damned to cruise the ocean forever and a day 'Till he's found a true-loving maid to release him from his pain At home she told her father: "I'll be off with the Dutchman to save him from his fate." Hearing these words the old man cried: "Me daughter, don't thou dare...! Thou shall not sacrifice thyself to a cold blooded villain full of might, With Eriksson ...the fine young man... the wedding bed thou will share!" (CHORUS)