Текст песни Citadel - Шторм

The sea is raging , roaring hurricane
In fear of his hands squeeze the steering wheel .
Crashed into the side of a menacing wave
No, we do not hold on until morning.

    Oh Great God of the seas ,
    Your anger is terrible and awful,
    Life hangs in the balance ,
    Our souls in your power

Eclipsed sky gray haze
Lightning strikes , this night is cursed.
Wind storms , it's fate
Our ship has faced a wave forever.

    Oh Great God of the seas ,
    Your anger is terrible and awful,
    Life hangs in the balance ,
    Our souls in your power

But it has not disappeared ,
Do not lay down on the bottom,
Did not rise to heaven ,
Not descended into hell.
He was cursed
A thousand years
Wander there,
Where no one.

A lone boat speeding through the waves ,
Eternal hermit and around the ocean .
Cursed forever - it's fate
No, he never returns .

    Oh Great God of the seas ,
    Your anger is terrible and awful,
    Life hangs in the balance ,
    Our souls in your power