اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Wave, grow, spray, blow, grey sail
I come from continents, in searching
I mariner
A sea beckons, a taunting wind in cyclonic spin
Wrath of ocean open
Wave, rogue, spray, grow, grey sail
I come from continents, insolent
I mariner
With prowling prow and viscous scowl
Sail into the heart of an immense darkness
Deliver us from the lightning
Infernally doomed
Anticipating the storm
Infinite cycle, forever changing form
Sail on
The sea rises in huge darkened mountains
And your will and your body exposed
And call out darkened sun, weathered one, come take me now!
Feel its presence, the calling
Unstable-minded and forever going
Madness, the false giver of hope, slowly sets in
Cheers to ye, the sweet memory of a final thalassocracy
Through fog came, soaring
Great sea bird, burdensome
Now hung around my neck
Albatross
As sea rises in huge darkened mountains
And your will and your body exposed
And call out darkened sun, weathered one, come take me now!
Steep slope, leads to foundations that lay bare
A hammering sea that cripples
Sharp peaks, rise further than the troughs fall below it
Sea is mine
She is mine
Further sink down
Forgotten, drowned
Forgotten
