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      Many a man may shudder and moan
      Of the deep, dark days under ocean foam
      Where the pig boats lie and the sailors cry
      When they dive to the depths of Davie Jones

      Born to the realm of the blackest night
      Scorned by the sun and failed by the light
      Sworn to the bosom of the ocean blue
      Sealed in the tomb of the torture true

      Lost to the sky for months untold
      Bane of the weak and steel of the bold
      Facing the demons that lie within
      War of the heart you never win

      Endless hunt of the timeless day
      Chase of the proud and worthy prey
      Cursed to the waves are the sons of the deep
      Lord how the lonely lads would weep

      Hold to the dream of the golden dawn
      Yearn for the call of the robins song
      Tears of the heart to pray for the land
      Dying for the feel of the open sand

      Chorus:
      Rig for dive if you want to survive
      Rig for dive if you want to survive
      Rig for dive cause we going Down, Down, Down
      We going Down, Down, Down 
      We going, Down, Down, Down
      We going, Down

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