They say a black soul wears a white shirt Beneath the skin true malevolence will hide Look a man in the eye as you stand on his back And keep your company always in shirts of black
Your hatred pulls you down to the cold hard ground Relenting grip subdues your cry Abhorrence fueled by desperate days Eternally resolved hold fast your life slips by
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
A man may never know how well his ship floats A mighty storm may break and drag the bastard down Sinking ships in the night fight with all of their will May they never die with wildmen at the helm
Well come away with me to the ends of the sea And leave behind lands title and your shame We’ll hang one foot in the grave toast aloud to better days Forgive our enemies but wont forget their names
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Influence knows no boundary Deliver ourselves from wrong Pestilence grows between them As reverence now is gone