All was dark,
and the sky was still.
A blinding mist
closing in...
Unconcerned,
the young captain fills
his whiskey glass
to the rim.
To the rim.
Like a crystal cathedral afloat on the tide,
comes a mountain of ice on a course to collide.
While passengers sleep thinking God's on their side.
Terra Titantic...
You're lost to the sea.
S.O.S. if you can...
Straight ahead lies your destiny
Soon you'll sleep in the sand...
Face to face,
the white giant moans.
Sweet dreams turn cold.
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Time is up.
Music plays,
as the sirens blow.
the last boat had
better luck.
Better luck...
The rats have the sense to abandon the ship,
while the captain adjusts his tuxedo a bit.
With his glass raised up high as the ice water hits...
Terra Titantic...
You're lost to the sea.
S.O.S. if you can...
Straight ahead lies your destiny
Soon you'll sleep in the sand...
Terra Titantic...
You're lost to the sea.
S.O.S. if you can...
Straight ahead lies your destiny
Soon you'll sleep in the sand...
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