Pulling the weight up against the wind
Is the plight of the galley slave
Chained to this cold bench six to the oar
Sentenced to an early grave
With iron in our souls and fire in our wrists
Slicing the waves and the sea
Rotting below they'll not let us go
Only mutiny or death set us free
Arms grow numb and the blood doth drip
To the beat of the drum from the crack of the whip
We're damned to the Galley
We're chained to the Galley of pain
We're damned to the Galley
We're slaves chained to the Galley of pain
The salt made the oar handles like shark skin
And our lips we're cut to the gums
And you whipped us because we could not row
Will you never let us go
Splintered and split the hands of the doomed
Endlessly toil by the hour
Bodies broken shackled with hatred
As the soul grows sour
Off in the distance the cry of the gulls
And the smell of approaching land
With our last ounce of strength we pull to the shore
And dream to escape if we can
But Sirens attack with their songs of love
Mermaids surround us as off we shove
Our arms still numb and the blood still drips
To the beat of the drum from the crack of the whip
Damned to the Galley
We're chained to the Galley of pain
Damned to the Galley
We're slaves chained to the Galley of pain
We're rotting in the Galley hole
Damned to the Galley
We're chained to the Galley of pain
We're damned to the Galley
We're slaves chained to the Galley of pain
Only death can set us free