Amongst The Dead
An Eternity Spent Sinking
Search for me when the tides are low. My body will have washed ashore by then. This ship I've built Is now my grave. You always drag me down One with these waves. One hundred men Dead on the deck Their cries of terror Forever haunt these waters. No! Father, forgive me! Leviathan! Oh, wretched being! 40 fathoms, lost to the depths (40 fathoms below) Bits of wood and broken dreams Form a rotting mosaic on the water's surface. O' is this the rapture? A lifetime of blackened water. The sailors' carcasses Kiss the horizon as the sun sinks And darkness claims those who remain. The smell of blood marks us for death. If only I had not strayed So far from your hands
From Letras Mania