The Purest Land Lyrics - Singles - Cormorant

Ive slit the throats 

of clergymen and governors. 

Those bloated swine 

May their screams unhinge 

a thankless crown. 

O King! See your soldiers 

scrape at the algae growing 

below the planks? 

They starve, yet still 

they quarrel for phantom ore 

once owed your throne. 

Forgive this ship of fools, 

said I to the mouths of trees, 

leaves as hellhound tongues 

outstretched to drink the stream. 

The beast flung its filth 

into the wake, 

tail coiled, 

fingers grasping 

the remains of our splintered mast. 

Once weve razed the land of gold 

I will crucify him. 

The corpses on my raft 

smell of piss and blood, 

yet they were but men, 

and all men, slaves and kings alike, 

leave stench as their epitaph. 

Not I. 

Holy Mother Church of Rome, 

cleanse this ground I conquer! 

Rain brimstone upon the judges 

who steal from the weary. 

Slaughter the Lutherans 

and priests who taint your word. 

Make Peru the purest land, 

for I am its prince 

and will forever be. 

I am its prince 

and will forever be. 

O King! See your isle 

burned by my soldiers. 

Your vassals and their wives, 

I hung them all. 

Panama will fall. 

With my daughter 

I forge an empire 

to survive us both. 

My deeds live on, 

for I have seen what men 

could only dream they saw. 

I have seen what men 

could only dream they saw.