At the Cape of Good Hope, the Wraith

Enraged, I command this sea
 For eons I've carried their prayers
 Crushing them beneath me
 I, the Guide of Mariners
 Enshrined by eerie bones and skin
 I judge not your accursed faith
 Thousands of ghosts, I carry within
 I, the Fallen, Azrael, the Wraith
 When the curtain of life
 Falls suddenly over your astounded eyes
 My majesty releases you from strife
 I, Widowmaker, the Lord of Lies
 At the Cape of Good Hope
 Debris, pain, agony drew me
 Life collapsing, hands reaching for a rope...
 I, the Deathly Escort, your destiny
 Amidst the wrecked ships
 A sailor still clings to hope
 Refusing to kiss death's lips
 A vain attempt to elope
 "Save your prayers," I say
 "For Death has chosen you today
 Embrace the world as it fades to grey
 This is a future you can't betray"
 And I swallow the dead
 A phantom whale for the disenchanted
 I imprison and shred
 The life you took for granted
 "Save your prayers," I say
 "For I have chosen you today
 Boy, man, old, weak and strong
 Gravestones on my endless song
 My labour is endless
 Guiding the fallen on my undertow
 All have been like you, restless
 Before the final throe