Hundreds of sailors Their lives slip away As their lungs fill with icy death The ship has gone down There is no land in sight No one will survive From the cold and the waves Torpedo finds its mark Hundreds die for the cause Ocean claims what now it owns Bodies travel in legions of corpses On a never ending journey Bobbing and bowing At the whim of the ocean Decaying and bloated Food for the fish How long will they travel Following the current Until their bodies snag on some land Sometimes they are submerged And fish eat the flesh to the bone Sometimes they are bloated Easy prey for birds who peck at organs exposed An eternal journey through watery graveyards Even now submerged Torpedo finds its mark Hundreds die for the cause Ocean claims what now it owns Dog tags are rusting Uniforms rotting Eyeballs float out the skull No peace for these deceased Journey into hell No one will remember When all men have fell Pale forms roll and somersault Too far down to be clearly seen Their corrupted faces Better defined as they rise The dead in dozens Crab-picked and fish peeked Their remaining flesh scarcely Sitting on their bones Their hair is swaying loosely in the current Their heads lull and dance on rotting neck muscles The sea looses possession With each wave a lifeless shell Spat out by the sea to stink for a while And be stripped by the gulls Picked at by crabs The flies buzz in and out Laying eggs that turn into maggots The maggots feast on what the gulls leave behind To one sprout wings and fly away too Stripped by the gulls Picked at by crabs The flies buzz in and out Their flesh crawl with maggots Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com