tides and north north east

North and north east

we went the expedition sent

we were meant to be the kings of this new soil

we added revenge and hearts turmoil

to the blood of enemies slain

but was it all in vain in vain

as we were met with furious slaughter

comrades and alike dying and we were dying

they died with laughter

what could be done what was to be said

i kept my life i kept my little sad

and so seas red blossoms

washed me away

tidings of the tidy

kings alike

we were meant meant

meant to ride

to east and west of hell

i still hear turmoil

it rings a far away bell

so let me

at last

i dont know