We came across the seasnIn ships full of diseasenAnd the best ordnancenTake they not their leavennOn my gonBleed them drynChoose they not to complynWe'll send them straight to the skynnBeach your boats under the mornings sunnOld or youngnCompromise nonenHave their women as you would your ownnAnd if they fight use your knives to give their scalps a combnnOn my gonBleed them drynChoose they not to complynWe'll send them straight to the skynnGOnnWhere's the gold?nSHOOTnRELOADnI bound a bitch my daughters agenArrant corpses spectated as I filled her with my plaguenThe healers made no hastenThey didn't even blinknTheir eyes told sad sad storiesnWhen they stared straight through mennRemember by the brook, where children used to play?nIt's now a a sickening state of disarraynnRemember by the maples, where we would sit all day?nI pray the gods above will carry me away...nnHow do animals pray?