Under The Curse

Don't you hear the whisp'ring voices talking in my head

Only ten feet past the willow, eleven you would be dead!

Quickly through the gloomy cavern leading to the shore

Here lies the forgotten treasure with gold from days of yore

Four hundred years we set out to the sea

Under the curse we are longing to be free

For a moment time stands still. The sunlight shows the way

Easy does it! Death waits greedy for everyone that day

The chest is here! Opened and filled with silver and with gold

Everything you find is yours, that's what the voices told