Voyage of the Damned


They were like Jonah was,
cast into the belly of the whale
They were soon to experience
every imaginable horror on this ship of hell

On the voyage of the damned.
you hear the cries of the condemned
Be prepared to die as well,
unless God chooses to intervene

A lot of souls won't make it
on the food they give you to eat
Rancid water, spoiled bread
and maggot infested meat

That rank disgusting swill,
you wouldn't even give to dog
It had the most foul stench ever,
as if dredged from the filthiest bog

On the voyage of the damned,
you hear the cries of the condemned
Be prepared to die as well,
unless the captain wants to hear you sing

You get whipped for moaning to loud
'cause you're hurting from being whipped before
You get beaten longer than the last time
as someone you knew was getting beat even more

The drunken prince and the devout priest,
they are both chained and bound together
The greatest as well as the least
are each tossed off during stormy weather

On the voyage of the damned,
you hear the cries of the condemned
Be prepared to die as well,
unless the cook becomes your friend

Tortured wails in the night
prevent you from getting much sleep
You can't afford to get too sick
from the rough waves of the deep

Or you'll be pitched overboard
to the insatiable trailing fins
Don't be the last to follow orders
or you'll be the next one thrown in

On the voyage of the damned,
you hear the cries of the condemned
Be prepared to die as well,
unless your body can satisfy ten men

You're surrounded by diseased walls
and an unbreakable trap door
Your clothes reek of a piss odor
from sitting on the excrement covered floor

Each day you desire death
within this cruel house of motion
Each night you always pray
this death ship sinks in the ocean

On the voyage of the damned,
you hear the cries of the condemned
But if that ship of woe reaches land
a new and different kind of hell is awaiting

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