Flesh Feast Jesus said it first from the vantage of the Cross 'Eat my flesh drink my blood live though I be lost' Three Spanish sailors of his Catholic majesty lost in a life boat on the blue eternity of the sea
Sworn to be blood brothers shorn of all they've known ten weeks since the tempest sank their great ship like a stone wind cuts the flesh sun fries the skin hunger gnaws them to the bone 'Will we ever eat again My friend?'
He fell on Good Friday of the three he was the least we ate of him on Sunday the of our Lord's Feast two starving sailors beneath a bloody sky watching each other with hopeful, hungry eye to die
On the vastness of the sea probe the deepest mystery of their Christianity I eat You or You eat Me
I killed my brothers gnawed upon their bones still I am dying and never will see home begging forgiveness from a set of skulls the waters pull me down now to where my master dwells Seven Hells
On the vastness of the sea probe the deepest mystery of their Christianity I eat You or You eat Me
