Из альбома: The Brothel to the Cemetery

And the sailors, they sing sad songs
About the sea that eats them whole
And the sailors they sing sad songs
Food for fishes shoals
And the wind it blows inland
And the death you can smell
Smashed on rocks and smashed on boulders
Smashed in living hell
And their loved ones wait for hours
Await the fate of the cruel sea
And if loved ones don’t return
There’s no security
Just the work-house when they grow old
To lay their weary heads
And the sound of the sea singing
Until they are dead
And the sea that bears its harvest
It exacts a heavy toll
Mothers, fathers, brothers, uncles
With no corpses to behold
Sailing out into the darkness
Every day of the year
Sailing out into the darkness
With a prayer, and with fear
And with fear
With a prayer, and with fear
And with fear

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