Fishers of Men

We used to sail when the blood-moon was high We pillaged the coastlines and caused men to die We filled up the hull with the silver and gold And left behind ashes, and left behind cold He walked on the water and calmed the dark wave He called us to conquer no more, but to save! The longship is turning, the rudder is set! He orders the casting and weighting the net! The Captain commands us to look in the deep! Awaken the dead from their watery sleep! Heave! Ho! Into the black! The King is aboard, there is no turning back! Cast out the net in the freezing sea foam! He's drawing the souls of the wanderers home! The dragon-prow cuts through the kingdom of night! We haul up the nets, He brings them to light! The whale-road is treacherous, deep, and unblessed Where the serpents of Midgard and leviathans rest When the drowning are swallowed and crushed by the wave He reaches a crucified hand down to save! He steers through the tempest, He commands the wind, And hauls up the perishing, broken by sin. The longship is turning, the rudder is set! He orders the casting and weighting the net! The Captain commands us to look in the deep! Awaken the dead from their watery sleep! Heave! Ho! Into the black! The King is aboard, there is no turning back! Cast out the net in the freezing sea foam! He's drawing the souls of the wanderers home! The dragon-prow cuts through the kingdom of night! We haul up the nets, He brings them to light! Heave on the line! HAUL THEM HOME! Pull from the brine! OUT OF THE FOAM! The net is full! THE TIMBERS GROAN! We bring them up! BEFORE THE THRONE! WE BRING THEM UP BEFORE THE THRONE! Heave! Ho! Into the black! The King is aboard, there is no turning back! Cast out the net in the freezing sea foam! He's drawing the souls of the wanderers home! The dragon-prow cuts through the kingdom of night! We haul up the nets, He brings them to light! Heave on the line. Haul them home. Heave on the line. Haul them home. Heave on the line. Haul them home.