Grinding The Spleen

Yaaaarrr!

I awaken in a pool of blood
Nailed to the floor
Rusty spikes driven through my wrists
My body, covered in gore

An infected scar full of pus
pulsating with blinding pain
Agony supreme
Some bastard stole my spleen!

Oh the butcher
Argh the butcher
Yaaarr the butcher
Grinding the Spleen!

Oh the Butcher!
Yarr the Butcher!
And his spleen-grinding machine

As I scream and curse his name
He smiles a wicked smile
His rotten teeth are stained with blood
gory chunks of flesh and bile

A putrid stench like death itself
makes me regurgitate
once again I taste the eggs
which I already ate!

Oh the butcher
Argh the butcher
Yaaarr the butcher
Grinding the Spleen!

Oh the Butcher!
Yarr the Butcher!
And his spleen-grinding machine

Now we sail, forevermore
This bay seeking revenge
(For the spleen the Butcher stole
Our lust for blood will never end)