Lower the flag, sound the bell, I remember hearing as the ship was going down We filled the boat and cut the line Cast our lot and favor to the cruelty of the sea
Full seven men, packed tightly in Two burned and bleeding from the fires on our ship The captains voice, across the night Called ‘mind me to my children, I am headed for the deep’
On the water
When hunger came, all reason left We drifted far into the fog, a great bird overhead The silent mist, then madness came We are the butchers, the eaters of the dead
I blessed the blade, I cut the neck We drank the blood upon the deck, we are the damned
Fifteen weeks till rescue came When only we three came ashore their mothers turned away
We dealt the cards, we cut the deck We drank the blood, we ate the flesh, we are the damned
Well the sun turned black and the sky was falling, three men left by the light of the morning And the madness came and the gulls were calling, and there were there men left by the light of the morning, and the sun turned blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
