Watery Graves

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!
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 away