Scorched, Wrecked, Torn, Then Crumbled to the Sea - Shallow Rivers

Scorched, wrecked, torn

Yet struggling through the sea

Towards agonizing waves the vessel drifts

Through the howling winds from the Northeast

Like a wounded beast

Ferociously

Oh, Father, what may it be?

Shuddered.

I cry out loud

Can you hear me?

While I stay bound to the mast

Oh, Father

Watching collision of Moon and Sun

I hear the bell-like thunder roar

A scornful laughter of our Lord

Here shall we all die at once?

In this chaos where even Gods keep silence

No more they hear us

Scorched, wrecked, torn

And salty water filling my throat

Mud in my eyes, so close darkness I see

Scorched, wrecked, torn then crumbled to the sea

Oh, Father, what may it be?

We are cold

As I draw in a leaden aura,

They gather around me,

Hollow shades of absurd

A forlorn cry

Of their suffering nature

Echoes the final scene of my stand

Lead upon me

The ghost will take me

Soon I’ll be rewarded

We’ll soon be a shade of the one

We are cold leaden aura