The ship is sinking, and the ocean is rising.
The battle is near, and with it nothing.
But death and fear. The birds rule in the sky,
and feast on the bodies of those who die.

May God have mercy on those souls left at sea
and on the captain who refused, to abandon his seat
for those who surived. These story will bring tears to our eyes.
and they will forever live scared for life...

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