Bible Of The Devil Judas Ships
With passage seemingly denied
Stray not from heeding thy purpose
Too many miles in vain do precede you
Fleeing now does your Lord a disservice
Hugh the Iron and William the Pig
Seven vessels await your disposal
We resume at dawn the sacred mission
At the helm are your servants of profit
I once walked among the devoted
Shedding blood at the siege of Acre
The taste of deth has jaded my honor
Speak not of the sins I've courted
He's Hugh the Iron, I'm William the Pig
Seven vessels shall bear the flesh cargo
Quite a price they'll fetch in Bujeiah
At the helm are the agents of profit
One grave mistake deserves another
On the decks of Judas Ships they hover
Shrunken bodies stacked and used for cover
Surrendered by traitors like the others
Should have known it would end like this
No return to the chrysalis
Should have known it would end like this
Floating damned on a sea of myth