in the eye of the storm


a blistering wind that falls

a deep dark ocean it calls

eyes drown in every sound

each drop of water comes crashing down

do we meet are maker now

on a ship we don’t know how

is there a way out

the howling waves shout

where does it begins or ends

this ship we must defend

a cold salor i’ll be after this

i dont escape, davy jones abyss

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