Him heart
Cold as glass
Him eyes
As cruel as the master which beats him slave
He been done dat of greatest evil
Him heart
Cold as glass
Forsaken yer spirit
Death to him is be meaningless
For death is naught to visit
Him that be immune to the black sleep
Him heart
Cold as glass
Death unto him dat set foot on green earth
Death unto dos that have will sail upon his kingdom
Him heart
Cold as glass
Yet this demon
He hath loved
A love so great
Dat is be killed him soul
Da sea hath forsaken his soul
And now those that have be selfish and true
Greedy and unwillfully generous
Dos dat be crafty as a fox and dim as a winter sun
Dos dat have be a sparrow
Dos be da one
Dat hath have been rescuing the eternal damned
And returning him unto the place that he heart hath been born
Damned be he that have be named Davy Jones
For da locker is long forgotten
To be replaced by a burning Hell
And hath he rot in flames
Yeh that be name Davy Jones