So there amongst the rotten corpses penance you must bear Smell the rotten flesh on decay you stare The putrid smell as you drift on a dead sea The curse of dead men’s eyes that cannot see So ponder well on this rotting flesh Let your penance eat you up till vanity does rest Those corpses will come to life and on you seek revenge Unless through your penance your vanity does end So in total solitude decay you do breathe The loneliest place on earth on that cruel sea And when at last your purgatory does end Then with King Neptune you will face the end The curse of these dead men the breaking of the spell Well ancient mariner you’ll not go to Hell