While my ship is burning down While I have enough strength to hold on stars Through covered eyes with hands I looking closely Please forgive me
Broken mast Blanketed with water film Dashed with wind (Mayday!) Under duress of mistakes I slowly hit the bottom
Mayday! Mayday! My doom! Mayday!Doom! Mayday! Mayday! My doom!
When anchor's print was dissolving in fog I saw the beacon, beyond it was bounding by wave I'll find my calm in a purple horizon Spreading over the stone with bloody tracery