In the distance there's a ship with burning sails
Slowly drifting with dozens of chained souls
We will meet them in their trial of death
We will meet them in their trial of death
I can see a strong reflection in your eyes
A damning proof of a will to strip a slain enemy
Rusty machetes in captivity
We will meet them in their trial of death
Chattels fleeing from the fort of the soul
We will meet them in their trial of death
Rusty machetes in captivity
Chattels fleeing from the fort of the soul
We will meet them in their trial of death
Rusty machetes in captivity
Chattels fleeing from the heart and the soul
We will meet them in their trial of death