Sailing home through the storm that rages
No where to go, run, or hide in these wooden cages
Boat bashed around, as if it were a little rag doll
Each man trying his hardest to save the days hall
The wave is getting bigger now
icy blue water gushing over the bough
men clutching to anything they can hold
praying for there malice, while fighting off the cold
soaked with sweat, dripping with water
the men who kept fighting begin to falter
they see in the distance a wave to end all
long as forever, the ocean as deep as you dare
up the wave they climb, more terror than any man can bare
hope is non exsistant as the boat climbs higher
endlessly they wait for that eternal fire