Текст песни Mora Prokaza - The Shipman

At the millenial stenching lake
At the green slime covered shores
At the tree on the very edge
The old shipman landed his boat

And in the night under ground he goes
To feed his anger at the hell's gate
To fill himself with insaning force
And comes to shores in the morning hate

And with the bless of the angel's face
He serves the locals within his boat
He passes them over the waters of lake
All of them - the children and old

The water is black in the lake of reincarnation
The ancient place, the altar for creation
The sacrificial storm here is a frequent guest
To fill trough and through men with evil pest.

And in the middle of the ancient lake
When boat evanasces from people's eyes
The sudden storm surrounds the men
Instilling anger into their hearts

And different people then reach the shore
With blackened eyes and the soul of dark
To carry on Satan's will on Earth
Obedient servants who came from the barque