A vengefull night of new horizon,
devours the world like Jesus on its cross,
despites the universe, is it surprising,
without regrets of every loss.
On ocean floats a lonely vessel,
a dying soul that's ragged and tattered,
sails on the winds that blows caresses,
a broken spirit raged and shattered.
Named on the god of fear
its star's the only beacon in existence.
In navigation so surreal
rips off the waves with its persistence. ...