Seven miles away from nearest shoreline With a storm coming up The prayers of the crew is wildly silenced By a thunder, so raging loud
The captain tries in vein to calm this riot They are out going nuts The wall of waters getting closer now Oh, prepare for impact!
We've done nothing wrong, so spare our lives! Have mercy on us, oh great mother earth!
CHORUS: Can't tame the ways, of weathery fate We're sinking to watery graves Can't tame the ways, of weathery fate We're sinking to watery graves
Rainy darkness of the skies above Tells the future of us Curse this night and let it storm forever If we die in this pity way
Hanging on pieces of this broken pride No angels in sight despite god given rights In desperation and hopeless attempts Screams of the men starts to gurgle awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
