Poetry in it’s gravest form Each verse is written free of rhyme Not made for a man Wrote not from hand but nature’s tongue
Some perversion of deity’s works The crew being frozen here in time Each eye fixed on waves Each cry written in dirgeful song
In several hours the rains will fall Our bodies will slip under the ice
While the fog surrounds the sun The captain’s rigid in this ice Pen still in hand Fulfilling his epitaph
And the sirens grow louder At the heart of the storm Freezing winds become stouter Leaving only our forms
In several hours the rains will fall Our bodies will slip under the ice With every breath the world is smaller Forgetting what life once occupiedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
