by Nick Gisburne
The dead are dragged behind us in the sea
A stain, a bloody scum, infects the waves
The voyage to the Execution Tree
Brings hope to every wretched soul it saves
We drive the oars to force the fleet along
Each weary heart too rotten to repair
And in the damned defiance of a song
Our ships release an anthem to the air
With guidance from the gods, we sight the shore
The shadow of the Tree deflects the dawn
Whatever pain or price was paid before
The contract for the sacrifice is drawn
The tributes, raped and murdered, soil the sands
A payment only evil understands
