They set to sea in search of fallen mates A tale of oddity their destiny an unknown fate Cast the sail 1492 For what lied ahead, they had no clue Northwestern arctic bound, gliding without sound A change in weather, thus expected Their nautical prescience, no longer detected The waves have grown so high And winds have turned so cold The decks are glazed with ice Unforgiving to young and old Bashing, smashing...against this beaten ship Freezing ocean walls..won't lose their grip Sailors struggling for survival A battle against Mother Nature Ghastly tales of legend A mere warning not to be rivaled? Superstitions weighing, upon their feeble minds Tales of banshees, crying for their end of time We've been sailing for 40 days and 40 nights In these glacially ridden waters of out lost might Many discussions of mutiny amongst my crew I'm now torn with what to do The dark figure before me offers a game of chance If I win we break free, but if I lose we shall see No! How can it be? I've lost, to face a fate that should not be What a catastrophe My men sentenced to die with me Out doom is now reality The storms now set in without mercy Every line snapping around me The mast suddenly breaks in three You knew the price, what would becomes of thee Should you lose? Yes, it's your destiny They set sail in search of fallen mates But what they found was their (own) icy gravesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
