Deathly pale belongs to the sea
tells you here's the beginning
in the depth of misery
you feel the spirit within.
A torrent river, a storm tossed tree
it's like a rugged stone
rolling waves won't let you free
because your time is gone.

All the damned, veiled in grey, bound together
and demand of the pale man who's crossing the way,
and never come back to land.

He entrusts himself without taking care
to wild seas every day
and this old world, world of the sea
endlessly he must be.
His heart is like an ocean so deep
knowing storm, ebb and flow
and too many pearls, pearls of beauty
rest in his depths below.