Hail The Capitain

Clear this fog
Oh lord, take me home
Clear this fog
Please don’t let me burn
Use your power to save our faith
Claim our lives from the depths of hate

Clear the fog
And the cursed winds of your storm
Clear the path and the sea from your wrath
Your damned fury falls upon people
“Thou by thy hand”
Sink the ship
End the trip
Murder the dream
Let the captain live

You whom holds power over our sea
Take your hordes, we don’t believe
Your existence is mere fantasy
None holds power over the sea
Only this ship made of pure belief
In our captain and our seas
In the fog we are kings
With the storm we were born
To no god we shall bow
“AYE AYE CAPT’N!!”

“Hold the ropes men
Draw the anchor
Taste freedom,
Sail! This is our kingdom!!”

And now in the calm
Where all men enjoy resting
With the sunken ship
The dreadful crew’s expression
And the broken captain who survived…
Drifting… in their kingdom…

Their god had sank the ship to the bottom
Has taken the life and the fire
The power and then the higher,
The pride…
Stolen from the captain…

Burn the flags. The man is good as dead…




Hugo Santos, 20-07-2008