Clint Westwood - Dead in the Calm | Текст песни

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Dead in the Calm (Descent into the Maelstrom)

Dead in the calm before the storm
Between the craggy black jagged shore
Caught in the slack swallowed the smack
Into the mouth of the Maelstrom

Somewhere between Vurrgh and Moskoe
Sleeps a bottomless well of souls
Dormant and still, ebb and tranquil
Lays a killer beneath the flow
We ventured out beyond the fjords
To bring a healthy catch aboard
Until lighting strikes and thunder claps
The devils vortex takes its form

Spinning down from the night sky
Descending slow into the eye
The screaming belch is deafening
Splinters the hull caught in the ring
Round and round, white knuckle fist
Circle the pit of the abyss
I close my eyes and beg for death
Before the plunge into the rift

Deliver me, a fisherman
To the shores of Lofoden
I have returned from the depths
With the horror of the descent


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