Fortune And Gold

Eight months on a stormy sea, this is the tale of a mutiny

Of a merchant and soldiers, of treasure and gold

Of a captain and crew, whose loyalty sold

A plan is forged, and the mission is bold

A murderous crew is awaiting the call

When the sun goes down on the 4th day of June

Poor scurvy sailors, will howl at the moon

But the ship ran aground, and in a raging sea there was not a sound

In the night, of the murderous souls

Treason and treachery, fortune and gold

But this tale had only begun,

for 200 people marooned in the sun

Women and children, soldiers and crew,

Weeks on an island, the madness it grew

And what happened next is a picture of man,

to divide and defeat was the mutineer's plan,

One by one, in the night so dark,

they murdered them all and devoured their hearts.

And only a handful survived, to tell this tale of the sea

Only a handful survived, to see murderers hang from the gallows tree

In the night, of the murderous souls

Treason and treachery, fortune and gold