Wednesday Mourn

Minstrels of Mayhem

Well we just set sail from the isle of green this early Wednesday mourn,
With a captain and crew who were tried and true,
And a blood-red sky did warn
Us of the danger brewing west;
The storm it had begun.
With our chins held high and steel in our eye;
Captain Murphy shouting "It can be outrun!"


Chorus

Sweat a little water, sweat a little blood
Say a little prayer that the hold won't flood
Skies turn black and the winds begin to blow
We're 48 men and we're only flesh and bone
And we wonder if we're ever going to get back home.

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