The List

Oh, young gutless men, come listen, come all
And hear now what waits down below
The names of you traitors all scrawled down the list
Where bitter and cold currents flow

Come all ye, young cowards, come gather around
And watch down by the southern shore
Where oaths that were broken make nigh but a sound
They're cast down like lines overboard

I feel the waves wash over my skin
And for a moment, I start to forget that I'm drowning again

We cast out our lines in the midnight black
Oh, how the hull started to groan
The beast dove below and it pulled me back
The ocean claimed me as its own

I heard the blade ring as it cut through the rope
Felt silence flood into my head
And down in the depths, I all but lost hope
But there I woke among the dead

I feel the weight as it drags me in
'Cause every name pulls me down till it feels like I'm drowning again