My Jospeh's latest letter tells of the perilous hardships he endured sailing round the Cape of Good Hope in Africa. He says its old name, Cape of Storms, far better suits these treacherous waters! My continual prayers for his safety must have been heard, for thus far the Lord has spared him. May he continue safely on his journey and may the gentle winds guide him safely towards home."
Fearless skies, endless rains Uncontrollable waves War against the elements Drives us all to our graves
Ruthless rage, blood red eyes Epic ocean swells The sky will break, the sea will take spirits roam near the shores At the Cape Of Storms
Tattered sails, tell their tale of our mighty crusade Cold and warmth collide in fright never fading away
Devil's mouth dooms our faith May we strengthen our game Men will fall, death will call Curse the day you were born At the Cape Of Storms
As we ride through the tides we will not hide, we will take pride Destiny calls, demons fall And we will be free
As we fly through our lives Golden moon will be our guide Lead us to God-powered light And we will be free
Atlantic force, Indian strength fight a war of their own Subject to infinity We abide by the sea
Heartless sharks, hungry beasts circling ominously Tempest-tossed hope is lost Fear and horror take form At the Cape Of Storms
We will be forever free!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
