Anchor is Weighed my vessel departs from, the shore down There amidst oblong boxes and rats I'm lying in the Darkness of the hold my presence unsuspected from the Crew who carried me on board yesternight speaking about The bizarre employer they've never seen him know not Who he is the contrast is to ship his fucking boxes who The hell knows why they're filled with bloody earth but One casket contains not of his native soil... Master on The land I'm still master on the seas provoking finest Weather storm or disease a pact with mighty Mefisto has Made me what I am in times when lives were lived with My blood I signed my name I initialized the clause of the Pact from wich one cannot retract unbelievable small Letters something about my soul's ownership...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
