(the Final) Departure Of The Trojan King

and the end dropped out bind the limbs to wood planks and the fire started stain the sand with warm blood and the words were cold we wait till the tides out plus the widow choked our leader drifts to find a final resting place the waves take him onward after life on an island with dead souls greet him and now i salute storm clouds shadow are dreams our fallen nordic god that the tribe will be saved don't mind and don't care pray for a calm sea and the wind bled the wind will bring us back home thoughts and words resting on wood that's water logged as the raft breaks apart our hearts and drowning souls are dying we fall into the ocean