Hearing the wild coasts thunder,
Soon we will be six feet under.
Cruising the world seas with passion,
On our way with our floating bastion.
Determine who's left and over,
To far gone to live in clover.
Predicting our last way home,
Sea is the last place for us to roam.
We are here and now,
The Past; We have to let go.
Steering northwards into open regions,
Leaving behind our inner demons.
It's good to be free,
We're heading into the sea.
Haul the anchor,
Full steam ahead,
We're about to get conquered,
nothing left to regret.
Battle is right in front of us,
We have no time to discuss,
Gigantic waves are clashing starboard,
We have to make it to our fort, north.
Hunted by the hate of thousands,
We don't need any allowance.
We're cruising under the black flag
Moving forwards against the wind, zig zag.
credits
from Broken Monument,
released November 30, 2016
Simon Kowalzik