Godless Voyage

Burning with hate the indigenous ones glare 

Deafening sounds of their howls pierce the forest. 

Arrows of poison hailing down upon our arrival.

Drug into darkness by unknown beings

The path of our lord has failed us 

Burning corpses in piles 

Disregarding our saviors word 

As I'm chased, I see the glowing eyes

on both sides of my path, no where to run

One by one picked off each night.

Our reverends hang from the trees,  

used as decoration to display 

unwavering prejudice.

We recited the verses and carried the cross

 and still they devoured us 

Despised by an unaccepting horde of sadist fiends.

With my own eyes I've seen them devour our priests. 

hysterical laughter drowns out the sound of ripping flesh.