Embrace Of The Deep

He raises the anchor for the final time
Leaving everything, everything he had behind
Setting sail to the darkest seas
Accompanied by the grief he feels.

Wretched corpses of tortured men
The stench of rotting human flesh fills the air
So many lost hopes buried in this ship
Buried alive and left to die.

Logbook: 10th July 1987.

"The waves keep seducing me
Their quiet moans caging me
These illusions in the horizon
I need to follow their violent call
Those beautiful images in my mind
So near me, yet so distant
They are whispering secrets in my ear
I know it's the truth, just let me wait".

With torn sails the ship continues
Comforming the water and penetrating through the winds
But further in the horizon
They can see the closing storm.

Wretched corpses of tortured men
The stench of rotting human flesh fills the air
So many lost hopes buried in this ship
Buried alive and left to die
The divine winds calling forth
The mighty rage of the storm
Ripping the sailing cage apart
Give yourself to the waves for the final embrace.