Galley

                                  Pulling the weight up against the wind

Is the plight of the galley slave

Chained to this cold bench, six to the oar

Sentenced to an early grave



With iron in our souls and fire in our wrists

Slicing the waves and the sea

Rotting below, they'll not let us go

Only mutiny or death set us free



Arms grow numb and the blood doth drip

To the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip



We're damned, to the galley

We're chained, to the galley of pain

We're damned, to the galley

We're slaves, chained to the galley of pain



Splintered and split, the hands of the doomed

Endlessly toil by the hour

Bodies broken, shackled with hatred

As the soul grows sour



Off in the distance, the cry of the gulls

And the smell of approaching land

With our last ounce of strength, we pull to the shore

And dream to escape if we can



But sirens attack, with their songs of love

Mermaids surround us as off we shove

Our arms still numb and the blood still drips

To the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip



Damned, to the galley

We're chained, to the galley of pain

Damned, to the galley

We're slaves, chained to the galley of pain

We're rotting in the galley hole



Damned to the galley

We're chained, to the galley of pain

We're damned, to the galley

We're slaves, chained to the galley of pain



Only death can set us free