Текст песни Five Points West of Hell - Ghostfire

Stay away from that forsaken place
Do not seek it, look upon its face
Cold men's plunder, cold men's coin
An accursed crew you'd never wish to join

Don't unfold the rotting yellow map
From its path there is no turning back
Reach for the bottle, stow away the fear
When it whispers softly 'come and join us here'

Golden treasure glints beneath the moon
Hear it murmer 'come and take me soon'
When dry bones stir and dead bones crack
Make all haste and never look back

If you hear a hollow laugh
If you hear a knocking staff
If you hear a jawbone click
Take to your toes and run away quick

When the sea winds start to rise and shriek
Phantom fingers brush across your cheek
Throw a few more logs onto the stove
Turn away from the dead man's cove

Sail away, sail away before the darkness falls
Sail away, sail away when phantom voices call
Sail away when withered hands reach to sound the bell
The compass says we're five points west of hell