The Last Journey

 The snow falls
 The sky is full of white icy flakes
 The cold bites
 Into my bones but this journey must be done

 At dawn we set out sails
 And pray to the gods to blow the wind our way
 Leaving families and dear behind
 Knowing the fact some of us will die

 The wind increases, smashing our sails constantly
 The open sea, bend our mast and wants to bring us down

 The ship turns in the storm impossible to rein
 I scream at my men to hold the course
 Chaos break out on the deck
 As we loose control over the ship

 The ship capsize into the storm
 The crew is lost to the ocean floor