Raffael Fiano on board

The light's almost gone,
the night soon will come
and the memories fade
as the ship rolls on.
I can see the shades
of the beasts in grey
as they roam alone,
looking for their prey.
Oooh, I should probably stay.
Oooh, I should probably stay on board.
Everyday's the same,
they won't rest their case
till they spill some blood
the waves will wash away.
Oooh, I should probably stay.
Oooh, I should probably stay on board.