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. . . .