[Savage Clone]

GALLEON
A word to thee, who sails the sea
In search of gold and freedom
You'll come to naught but a watery end
Should ye see the drifting galleon.

They lived for rum and riches
The stars did guide them well
No lords, no gods, no masters
The galleon served them well.

With clouds of black came starless night
And a sense of great foreboding
They felt the strength of Fate's cruel hand
A chill wind was a-blowin'.

The wind had voice they knew had not
Been heard in timeless aeon
And in the deep below them now
Awakened great Leviathan.

They knew the taste of freedom
Of lust for blood and gold
And now they drift eternal
Bound to their ancient lord.