Discover the poetic beauty in ‘The Galley’ by Accept. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Accept or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Pulling the weight up against the wind
Is the plight of the galley slave
Chained to this cold bench, six to the oar
Sentenced to an early grave
With iron in our souls and fire in our wrists
Slicing the waves and the sea
Rotting below, they’ll not let us go
Only mutiny or death set us free
Arms grow numb and the blood doth drip
To the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip
We’re damned, to the galley
We’re chained, to the galley of pain
We’re damned, to the galley
We’re slaves, chained to the galley of pain
Splintered and split, the hands of the doomed
Endlessly toil by the hour
Bodies broken, shackled with hatred
As the soul grows sour
Off in the distance, the cry of the gulls
And the smell of approaching land
With our last ounce of strength, we pull to the shore
And dream to escape if we can
But sirens attack, with their songs of love
Mermaids surround us as off we shove
Our arms still numb and the blood still drips
To the beat of the drum, from the crack of the whip
Damned, to the galley
We’re chained, to the galley of pain
Damned, to the galley
We’re slaves, chained to the galley of pain
We’re rotting in the galley hole
Damned to the galley
We’re chained, to the galley of pain
We’re damned, to the galley
We’re slaves, chained to the galley of pain
Only death can set us free