Twelve o'clock, the midnight hour It was on this date two hundred years ago That the Tempest set sail from Widow's Harbor Never to return The legends say that the ship met with a furious storm Brought on by the Devil himself And that the captain swore a curse to the heavens That doomed his crew to wander the seven seas for eternity Some say that the ship was a pirate vessel And tell tale of a buried treasure Hidden somewhere on the legendary Trove Island But, even though its ancient wreckage Surely lies at the bottom of the sea There are those who swear they have seen the Tempest Out beyond Devil's Reef Sailing through the fog in the dead of night An unearthly wind fills the ship's tattered sails As the ghostly galleon drifts along Beneath the banner of the skull and crossbones Her crew staring at them with lifeless eyes Their hollow voices whispering in the wind as they pass by There are those who swear this tale is true And warn sailors to beware any ship that prowls the misty night For during the midnight hour, the dead can have no rest