Lyrics:

Oh, save us from the sulphurous gale
Or lost in storm o’er blowing
The fiery scourge beneath us laid
From heav’n received us falling
And thunder, wind, and lighting raged
Leviathans beneath the waves
Though God and all his worst create
For reaping up this salty grave
‘Tis Satan talking to his mate
With head uplift above the swell
And eyes that sparkle blazed and bright
With the light of desolation
And thunder, wind, and lighting raged
Leviathans beneath the waves
Though God and all his worst create
For reaping up this salty grave
And thunder, wind, and lighting raged
Leviathans beneath the waves
Though God and all his worst create
For reaping up this salty grave