"17 of august 1854 Port of Vigo, Galicia, Spain Exhausted by the long sail, I was dreaming to forget Everything on the bottom of the pint In this goddamned town But these dreams were stronger than reality..." Thirteen summer nights I see the same vision in my nightmares Wreckages of our ship And someone in my oblique stands behind me Pale dead man's eyes Are staring through my body in the darkness Twisted gruesome share or consciense In the coat that finally broke free... From me & I foresee & Death is near & The ghost is me We stepped ashore and walked in search of tavern Through dark and narrow streets that lead to nowhere She came across and smiled like an angel A wounded heart began to pound, My mind predicted danger I tried to folloew her, but she escaped me By night I fonud her on the shore With necklace made of sea-shells She screamed and cried in my embrace, But no one heard it Just silent echo entangled in the hanging down cast net Spanish august night enveloped Bloody sand with dusk and silence Episodes of fear And silhouette of rapist froze in her eyes Who possessed my soul And let my body do this heartless crime? Shall I take the blame for ruined maiden fate Or just deny it? Wreckage ghost Leave your host Wreckage ghost A soul once lost Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com