by Nick Gisburne
Criminals, deviants, damned by decree
Scorned by the Church and its odious friends
Poisonous pirates, the sludge of the sea
Savaged and shipwrecked as chaos descends
High on the Mountain of Mercy they climb
Drawn to the echoes of demons and saints
Murderers, crushed by the weight of their crime
Only a blessing can break its restraints
Always, around them, the wicked ones fly
Angels, enslaved by a gospel of hate
Hunting the fools who are willing to die
All for a glimpse of salvation, too late
No one returns from this blasphemous place
Stripped of their souls in a sinful embrace
