Floodland - Ocean of the lost | Текст песни

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• Ocean of the lost

I stand and stare at the starboard's rail, my men, they hang in wind-filled sail,
The rigging crackles, it shakes the ranks while waves are dashing 'gainst rotten planks.
I hold the steer with an iron grip and face the sprays of wrath,
A few of us went overboard and remained in this moon-lit bath.

And we sail a thousand years against the wish of our host,
driven by a thousand fears as we sway upon the ocean of the lost.

I stare and watch port side ahead, a seagull sinks and drowns in threat
Of things to comebeyond the mist, but I hold on with weakened fist.
The wheel it flaps, fingers decrease, they bleed and ache, but still I seize,
The rolling wood beneath my feet, I won't fall down, this I can beat.

I scream and pray, the bow it bends, gusts of rage 'gainst face and hands.
They batter me, satanic grim, my blood runs cold, I touch the rim.
My passengers, now they will learn to pay the price the sea will earn
From those who dare to take my boat, I must return for the next load.

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