The bow breaks upon the waves
Wild tempest of the night
Wind howls with anguish
The sail torn apart hangs
Listless and forlorn
Alone into the storm
Alone into the darkness
Drifting soon to drown
Waves rise and crash
The end oh the end is near
Whispered prayers no
A quiet acceptance of guilt
This storm is a justice
This storm a judgement
An angel has left, gone
Soon the waves shall claim
This ship for the ocean
The fishes will feed upon the soul
And the storm shall be done
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