All is broken...
our ship is sunk in the deep forever
all lost and gone
men crowd the boats frail upon the churning seas
Such a proud vessel, lost and gone
in the deep forever
now the sun is gone and we're lost in the fog -
directionless... alone.
Oh, Proteus – old man of the sea.
Oh, Proteus – I give my soul to thee.
Oh my mates, what are the odds
we shall ever reach our homeland?
What will become of us now?
Oh, how I wish I knew.
If sun will still shine and will keep us in heat and life
or if darkness it will freeze us and the open sea – our paradise
became nightmare, hellish Limbo, and turn into the bane of our lives.
A desert of torment: an ocean of thirst and madness.
Oh, we must row – put your weight on the oars
oh, we must pull as if everything depended on it.
Let us sing a song while we bend to the task
let us set the course by the stars
and let us row and save our lives
with our bare hands, there is no choice -
no easy way to cheat fate and survive this.
We must take charge and find our own way out.