Down so deep there are no bones
flesh and bone dissolve like clay
leather lingers but the wood decays
Even the steel our riveted bulwark
melts away.

We were the pride, the far flung Bastian
of our own race. But born of another age
all our proud armour was decayed .

One moment laughter to keep the spirits up
then the darkness and the tilting deck
The sound of rushing water. then the numbing cold
The scream of rending metal then the plunge so far below

Down so deep there is no sound
The trumpet no longer calls the hands
to mess, and watches are no longer kept
Yet some say that seamen see us passing in the night and we shall lay
content, down so deep and lost to sight

The Mighty Hood