Blood, seperation and a new town.

You are crossing the sea with a bullet wound.
Stay dossile and let our mother tend you.
Survive for when we land you must be captain.
The sad song down the river, the sad song pilgrims lament.
The abandoned babies at the shore and their halfwit father...
Already in the throes of drowning. I´ll miss his face.
The boat was not sturdily built brave travellers.
Thank your lack of fear and calm weather.
Now we´ve arrived yet so much rests upon my shoulders.
And their music is no relief.
And killers and rapists want to settle in our new founded town.