The Burning Ship

Row him to the blackness, where the cold waves meet the sky.
Light the ship and watch it burn; we sing our last goodbye.
Flames against the darkness, smoke is rising from the deck.
Our king goes to the water, and we bow our heads in respect.
The sparks are flying upward, the hull is cracking loud.
The fire eats the keel,
Now all he's wrapped in flame and shroud.
We stand here on the coastline, our voices raised as one.
The ship becomes a beacon until the blaze is done.