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the snow falls the sky is full of white icy flakes the cold bites into my bones but this journey must be done at dawn we set our sails and pray to the gods to blow the wind our way leaving families and dear behind knowing the fact that some of us will die the wind increases, smashing our sails constantly the open sea, bend our mast and wants to bring us down the ship turns in the storm impossible to rein i scream at my men to hold the course chaos breaks out on the deck as we loose control over the ship the ship capsize into the storm the crew is lost to the ocean floor From Letras Mania