Furrowing oceans Behold the blinding glare of lightnings offshore Alarm bell rings relentless Inside the eye of the storm We are all dead
All your certainties have been shredded for now Broken in two as the mainmast wow What's done is done The keel breaks the waves but is not enough Now we're taking on water
We're all dead The oar That keeps you afloat, The oar will not withstand, your end has begun
Can you hear the sound of the night? Can you feel the foaming into your lungs? The abysses are ready to receive you All hopes fell short nothing remains illuminated. How long can you hold your breath? Even if you're looking for the shore with your eyes You'll never reach the sand defeating in this way the death (the death) This is the end of the game.
Your loved ones are waiting for you Their hearts are locked in the throat, Their breath oppressed by anguish asking to themselves "Have we really seen our son for the last time?" Survive for them
Can you hear the sound of the night? Can you feel the foaming into your lungs? The abysses are ready to receive you All hopes fell short nothing remains illuminated. How long can you hold your breath? Even if you're looking for the shore with your eyes You'll never reach the sand defeating in this way the death (the death) This is the end of the game.
Swimming with all your remaining strength Once arrived on the shore, you'll still stand in front of eyes of brace You can go back from here You can go back from your dead body now. Revive your spark within, you
Can make it on your own Resuscitates and take your way Revive the light of your hope And give it day by day
Can you hear the sound of the night? Can you feel the foaming into your lungs? The abysses are ready to receive you All hopes fell short nothing remains illuminated. How long can you hold your breath? Even if you're looking for the shore with your eyes You'll never reach the sand defeating in this way the death It's not the end of the game.