Watery Graves - Blazon Stone

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