The vessels we built for our masters
Made of wood from our ancient forest
But my grandmother used to tell us
Each tree's the soul of a goddess

So everyday we passed the forest
I'd tug on her sleeve and ask her
Are there still goddesses left here
Or have they all moved to the water

She'd smile at me with knowing eyes
Reminding that goddesses never leave
Their souls can never be taken by force
Nor can their bodies truly surrender

One sunny day the ships burned down
Plunging our masters into cold waters
Nobody knew how the fire started
In the middle of a deserted ocean.

Wooden planks burning up with a vengeance
Roaring to make it heard across the earth
Our souls can never be taken by force
Nor can our bodies truly surrender.