Wild Ocean
The sea was boiling with rage
A lighthouse sent out a gloomy sign
The waves was smashing with hate
Against the rocky shoreline
A little ship was caught in the storm
By the oceans cruel games
They saw the sign from the beacon
And they knew what it was saying
The men was shivering with fear
For Mother natures cold despite
A priest on the boat looked to the sky , screaming
Why..?
For the last time you could
Hear the little boat blow it's horn
Closer and closer to the shoreline with it's sharp stones
They couldn't turn they couldn't stop
And there was nowhere to run
The waves was screaming out it's victory
As if they knew who had won
For the last time you could
Hear the little boat blow it's horn
Closer and closer to the shoreline with it's sharp stones
The ship was smashed in thousands pieces by the powerful storm
Ocean in ecstasy. . . .
Oceano Selvagem
O mar fervia de raiva
Um farol mandou um sinal sombrio
As ondas quebravam com ódio
Contra a costa rochosa
Um barquinho ficou preso na tempestade
Nos jogos cruéis do oceano
Eles viram o sinal do farol
E sabiam o que ele queria dizer
Os homens tremiam de medo
Pela frieza da Mãe Natureza
Um padre no barco olhou para o céu, gritando
Por quê...?
Pela última vez você podia
Ouvir o barquinho apitar
Mais perto e mais perto da costa com suas pedras afiadas
Eles não podiam virar, não podiam parar
E não havia pra onde correr
As ondas gritavam sua vitória
Como se soubessem quem tinha vencido
Pela última vez você podia
Ouvir o barquinho apitar
Mais perto e mais perto da costa com suas pedras afiadas
O barco foi despedaçado em mil pedaços pela poderosa tempestade
Oceano em êxtase...