Go to the city of hatred and lies
To those who will carry your children away
Through you I will show mercy and love
To those who will make your people slaves
Sailing into the storm
Sailing into the storm
Sailing into the storm
I am the prophet who runs from his God
This tempest is my own
Feed me to the blackest depths
That you may live to reach your home
Do not charge us with innocent blood
Do not charge us with innocent blood
Do not charge us with innocent blood
Do not charge us with innocent blood
Sailing into the storm
Sailing into the storm
Sailing into the storm
The wind and the waves subside
The prophet has surely died
Oh my God, what have we done?