They say there’s a ghost beneath the sea. A white flash rolling through the salted graves. And me… I’ve dreamed of it more times than I’ve lived. I’ve been sailing through the silence, where the waters never sleep. Every wake turns into rumour, every rumour cuts me deep. There’s a shadow on the surface, only fools and cursed men seek… and they say he’s out there waiting — that white ghost in the deep. Ahab’s curse on me, driving holes inside my soul. I hear thunder in the dark, and the sea won’t let me go. Ahab’s curse on me, and the waves begin to roll… ’cause I’m hunting something holy that will drown me whole. Lost a crew to superstition, lost a ship to my own pride. Storms keep carving out my heartbeat like a knife on weathered hide. But I follow that pale nightmare, every moon, every tide… For a glimpse of Shrouded Ghost I’d burn the ocean dry. Ooh, the whispers call my name — a drumbeat in the foam. The curse ain’t in the monster… it’s the road that brings me home. Ahab’s curse on me, and the keel begins to shake. White lightning under black waves… Gods decide what they will take. Ahab’s curse on me, I’m the wound I cannot break. If I ever meet that phantom… only one of us will wake.
