Our Temptress the Sea Lyrics

This sea's our temptress,
What mysteries she holds,
Beyond her murky cull,
Fortune is held

A life of purity,
To find sacred ground,
But if the Earth is flat,
Then bless my wired bones

This sea's our temptress,
What mysteries she holds,
Beyond her murky cull,
Fortune is held

A life of purity,
To find sacred ground,
But if the Earth is flat,
Then bless my wired bones

Behold the brightest star,
Guide the faith of preacher men,
Cry sermons into the darkness,
Repent their mortal sins

While the rats are caught in day dreams,
Of the sweet release of death,
Now golden ships of promise,
Burn slowly in the night

May they hang their heads down low,
May they hang their heads down low,
May they hang their heads down low,
May they hang their heads down low

Let the righteous fall,
They're not saints at all,
Let the righteous fall,
They're not saints at all,
Let the righteous fall,
They're not saints at all,
Let the righteous fall,
They're not saints

Horrors witnessed,
Horrors lived,
These fuckers baptised us in sin

Horrors witnessed,
Horrors lived,
These fuckers baptised us in sin

Take these eyes,
Take this skin,
Take my soul,
Take my dreams

Take these eyes,
Take this skin,
Take my soul,
Take my dreams

Take these eyes,
Take this skin,
Take my soul,
Take my dreams

Take these eyes,
Take this skin,
Take my soul,
Take my dreams