The Endurance Lyrics - Deeds Of Flesh

In the days of old 

Journeys to the middle of sea 

Brought fortunes from the products 

Of monsters 

Yet one such fateful journeys would prove 

Trying to even the most hardened sea bearer 

For the beasts of the sea would take their revenge 

On a vessel of maritime lore 

Somewhere in the deep south 

Near the grounds of great white beasts 

The ship approached to pillage them for their greed 

When one struck back, the vessel took to the deep 

Now abondoned, stranded on small open boats 

Three doomed parties left on the open sea 

What lye ahead was ninety days 

To endure the harsh elements and insanity 

Nothing but hard bread and stale water 

A diet of ocean slavery 

When the storm came to feed 

The crew was left with nothing 

Left starving and hungry 

Winds of unbelievable nature 

Waves upon waves, the beating 

Watching the bailing till morning 

The rain it never goes away 

The nights never seem to end 

Day by day the famine grows worse 

Exposed to the full force of the meridian sun 

Without shield, the burning influence pierces through skin 

The thirst unbearable, fastly wasting away 

Dying from the elements 

One boat lost at sea 

Survival would soon turn to depravity 

And out they spoke 

And out they spoke for lots of flesh and blood 

And who should die 

And who should die for a fellow's food 

As one fell to weakness 

The corpse ready to be disposed 

In the sea 

Lying there like a tasty meal of salty meat 

In that, they should find relief from present sufferings 

So preparations were made to preserve the meat 

From spoilage 

Separate the limbs - Cut the flesh from bones 

Open the chest - Take out the heart 

Now the cravings of nature 

Could be eagerly devoured 

A most deplorable and affecting picture 

Of suffering and misery