Sweet Cannibals Mine

Death! A lifeboat adrift on a sea with sailors who are mates of mine. Thirst and hunger we all shall be it is hard to think of a tougher time. As a hot sun burns so as we drift water now would taste as wine. With my sacrifice I hope to give, a gift of life to leave behind. My soul, from my body to sieve. To my brethren, a gift of a kind life in my blood, to quench a thirst, strength in my meat I pray they find. A drink of brine; so as to die first, a meal for all - I pray they cry and hope they feast until they burst. This, only this we've left to try pick your teeth with my shattered bones hoist you a sail of my tough hide, mumble a prayer once I am gone. Say a wave took me over the side. I pray a trade wind will steer ye home and bluster my sprite to beg God Divine exoneration for - sweet cannibals mine.