In the days of old
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Journeys to the middle of sea
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Brought fortunes from the products
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Of monsters
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Yet one such fateful journeys would prove
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Trying to even the most hardened sea bearer
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For the beasts of the sea would take their revenge
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On a vessel of maritime lore
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Somewhere in the deep south
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Near the grounds of great white beasts
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The ship approached to pillage them for their greed
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When one struck back, the vessel took to the deep
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Now abondoned, stranded on small open boats
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Three doomed parties left on the open sea
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What lye ahead was ninety days
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To endure the harsh elements and insanity
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Nothing but hard bread and stale water
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A diet of ocean slavery
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When the storm came to feed
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The crew was left with nothing
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Left starving and hungry
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Winds of unbelievable nature
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Waves upon waves, the beating
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Watching the bailing till morning
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The rain it never goes away
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The nights never seem to end
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Day by day the famine grows worse
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Exposed to the full force of the meridian sun
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Without shield, the burning influence pierces through skin
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The thirst unbearable, fastly wasting away
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Dying from the elements
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One boat lost at sea
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Survival would soon turn to depravity
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And out they spoke
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And out they spoke for lots of flesh and blood
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And who should die
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And who should die for a fellow's food
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As one fell to weakness
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The corpse ready to be disposed
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In the sea
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Lying there like a tasty meal of salty meat
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In that, they should find relief from present sufferings
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So preparations were made to preserve the meat
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From spoilage
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Separate the limbs - Cut the flesh from bones
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Open the chest - Take out the heart
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Now the cravings of nature
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Could be eagerly devoured
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A most deplorable and affecting picture
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Of suffering and misery
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The Endurance
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| Deeds Of Flesh |
