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