Due east to prowl the coasts Sails full, with purpose bestowed Elmina's shores await The iron girds of salvation The captive whores of damnation Prepare the hold for the beasts Hatches nailed shut Divide the worms from the meat Swill is pissed on
Musket blast versus wooden shield Runners in the sights, spray the field Storm the mangrove Cannons bray, the mighty quake Centuries of blood becomes erased I am the white ghost
Middle Passage nigh Vessel of cruel new fate Hope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot
Bronze gate unhinged for you Stone steps, the path of doom New England's shores await The iron girds of salvation The captive whores of damnation Line the hold with our freight Eyes are sewn shut
Musket plume, heed the lash
Into darkened depths the sick are cast Run the mizzenmast Cannon smoke, a magic fog Spirits from the sea sound their call I am the white ghost
Middle Passage nigh Vessel of cruel new fate Hope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot
Swill of the Knaves, slop for the herd Swill of the Knaves Suffer a fate of putrid squalor
Swill of the Knaves, slops for the herd Swill of the Knaves Suffer the vengeful endless curseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
