Batavia's Graveyard

From winter to winter we sailed across seas
To the ends of the world and a hell unseen
A place that where few if any are saved
To an isle of the damned that would be your grave
What would unfold when pelsaert was gone
Idle hands and God's love the devil's work is done
And that woman you think as slave shall you follow
Is destined for sorrow and you for the gallows

T'was not long for blades were drawn
The drownings at night of woman and child
And to cornelius an oath was sworn
To kill all the men and the women defile
And dressed in the finery of lords and kings
In the name of God my father unleash
The rape (and the) murder (and) every wicked sin

Axed
Hacked
Battered
Drowned
All in the name of my good lord above

So come men of iron
Men of blade, men of steel
And you men of musket and you that would kill
So fear not hell nor the preacher's word
For God has spoken and I have heard
And it is the truth, there can be no sin
There can be no wrong for our lord is within

And if you should come to this isle of the damned
To the place where they were all hanged
If you listen you can still hear
The cry for revenge by that man cornelius