Drifting Remains - Gorguts

When we left the shore

It was a sunny day

Far from the small and quiet bay

Lightning struck the sky

Asleep, we were sailing away

I woke up and realized

We were now the ocean’s pray

The sky was darkening

As the rain was falling

The waves were striking

As our boat was wrecking

«God!

please protect our lives!»

The storms, just a few had survived

When I looked around me

Boat remains, I had found

Not too far on the sea

My friend’s corpse who had drowned

When we left the shore

It was a sunny day

Our nice trip turned to gore

Far from the small and quiet bay

The sun is rising

As the clouds are fading

The waves are settling

As the wreckage is drifting