Due east to prowl the coasts

Sails full, with purpose bestowed

Elmina's shores await

The iron girds of salvation

The captive whores of damnation

Prepare the hold for the beasts

Hatches nailed shut

Divide the worms from the meat

Swill is pissed on



Musket blast versus wooden shield

Runners in the sights, spray the field

Storm the mangrove

Cannons bray, the mighty quake

I am the white ghost



Middle Passage nigh

Vessel of cruel new fate

Hope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot



Bronze gate unhinged for you

Stone steps, the path of doom

New England's shores await

The iron girds of salvation

The captive whores of damnation

Line the hold with our freight

Eyes are sewn shut



Musket plume, heed the lash



Into darkened depths the sick are cast

Run the mizenmast

Cannon smoke, a magic fog

Spirits from the sea sound their call

I am the white ghost



Middle Passage nigh

Vessel of cruel new fate

Hope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rot



Swill of the Knaves, slop for the herd

Swill of the Knaves

Suffer a fate of putrid squalor



Swill of the Knaves, slops for the herd

Swill of the Knaves

Suffer the vengeful endless curse