In the distance there's a ship with burning sails Slowly drifting with dozens of chained souls We will meet them in their trial of death We will meet them in their trial of death I can see a strong reflection in your eyes A damning proof of a will to strip a slain enemy Rusty machetes in captivity We will meet them in their trial of death Chattels fleeing from the fort of the soul We will meet them in their trial of death Rusty machetes in captivity Chattels fleeing from the fort of the soul We will meet them in their trial of death Rusty machetes in captivity Chattels fleeing from the heart and the soul We will meet them in their trial of death