Listen to the tale I tell,
A story you will know so well,
Reasons what our words can bring,
On moonlit nights where he would sing,
Though not of angels harps they’ll sound,
Forsaken songs from hellish hounds,
Along the shores you best steer clear,
Enter now the Pioneer.

From darkest depths a bell will toll,
For every other living soul,
Alike the moths they gather ‘round,
Cometh thrice the bell will sound.

Upon the coming ship it shows,
The Pioneer,
His vessel grows,
Built by pieces of the lost,
The damned, the broken and the tossed,...