Letra de The Galley Slave

Bound to sail these ugly seas and hear the seagull's call Doomed to hear the rat-tat-tat of the quarter master's call The salt wind blows the slave boss crows making my skin crawl As I row this cross of mine to the place of the skull Hour after hour rowing on this worn out bench My only crime to do this time was my own common sense To deny the Son means freedom's won, but I can't deny His name So I'm chained to this my blood soaked fist rowing 'till I am slain