Death Of The Inferno

Well my lover she has kisses of brine

To me it taste just like wine

On land there's a rope, awaiting my throat

And a box that's made out of pine

We were murderers, pirates and thieves

We did things that you wouldn't believe

Under the stars, with shirts made of scars

And no mothers or lovers to grieve

And the wind it whistles and raves

Yes the water will soon be our grave

But the hull was split wide

As the Inferno died

And slipped between the waves

And I'm sailing on an ocean of blood

And my canteen is all filled with mud

And I'm chained to the hull

And I'm out of my skull

And I'm waiting for the bildges to flood

And the jailer will never catch me

'Cause the ocean, she's cut me free

Well we're all quite at home

With our piano of bone

Waltzing beneath the sea

Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home

Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below

At least we won't do it alone

And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home

Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below

At least we won't do it alone

Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home

Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below

At least we won't do it alone

And oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home

Tell them we'll no longer roam

And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below

At least we won't do it alone

Your boys have finally come home