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 



"The salt made the oar handles like shark skin 

And our lips we're cut to the gums 

And you whipped us because: we could not row" 

“Will you never let us go?" 



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