He raises the anchor for the final time Leaving everything, everything he had behind Setting sail to the darkest seas Accompanied by the grief he feels
Wretched corpses of tortured men The stench of rotting human flesh fills the air So many lost hopes buried in this ship Buried alive and left to die
Logbook: 10th July 1987
"The waves keep seducing me Their quiet moans caging me These illusions in the horizon I need to follow their violent call Those beautiful images in my mind So near me, yet so distant They are whispering secrets in my ear I know it's the truth, just let me wait"
With torn sails the ship continues Comforming the water and penetrating through the winds But further in the horizon They can see the closing storm
Wretched corpses of tortured men The stench of rotting human flesh fills the air So many lost hopes buried in this ship Buried alive and left to die The divine winds calling forth The mighty rage of the storm Ripping the sailing cage apart Give yourself to the waves for the final embraceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
