The Drowned Do Not Forgive

I know not how much time
Has passed since
We breathed the waters in
The fault was never mine
I know this
It's you who bears the sin

Upon the ocean floor, we still have many miles to go
Upon the ocean floor, we still have many miles to go

You slumbered at your post
Dull with drink
'Til bedlam broke your sleep
When we needed you most
We men below
You sent us to the deep

Oh... you sent us to the deep

Upon the ocean floor, we still have many miles to go
Upon the ocean floor, we still have many miles to go

In one thing you can trust
We won't rest
'Til we find where you fled
We'll search long as we must
For decades
Don't matter to the dead

To understand our rage
We shall paint for you a picture
We clawed the groaning timbers
'Til our blood ran and nails splintered
We scrambled up toward
The last and shrinking pocket of breath
Our eyes stretched wide and bloodshot
We could not escape our death
Would you ask our forgiveness
Knowing the truth of what you've done?
To end us all in torment
So that you might swill your filthy rum?
Upon the ocean floor, we still have many miles to go
Immersed in frozen brine, the embers of our anger glow
So many miles to go
So many miles to go