Due east to prowl the coastsnSails full, with purpose bestowednElmina's shores awaitnThe iron girds of salvationnThe captive whores of damnationnPrepare the hold for the beastsnHatches nailed shutnDivide the worms from the meatnSwill is pissed onnnMusket blast versus wooden shieldnRunners in the sights, spray the fieldnStorm the mangrovenCannons bray, the mighty quakenCenturies of blood becomes erasednI am the white ghostnnMiddle Passage nighnVessel of cruel new fatenHope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rotnnBronze gate unhinged for younStone steps, the path of doomnNew England's shores awaitnThe iron girds of salvationnThe captive whores of damnationnLine the hold with our freightnEyes are sewn shutnnMusket plume, heed the lashnnInto darkened depths the sick are castnRun the mizenmastnCannon smoke, a magic fognSpirits from the sea sound their callnI am the white ghostnnMiddle Passage nighnVessel of cruel new fatenHope disappears in the merchan rudder's wake, sleep with the dead, cargo stowed, left to rotnnSwill of the Knaves, slop for the herdnSwill of the KnavesnSuffer a fate of putrid squalornnSwill of the Knaves, slops for the herdnSwill of the KnavesnSuffer the vengeful endless curse