Vessel of antique splendour was ploughing the ocean safely
Nobody could foresee-what-sea already chose
Once calm turned so high, and storm meant tragedy.
Dark sky, heavy rain, a sudden flash Dark sky, heavy rain, a sudden flash
Such a ray made them conscious of their own end Sealed amphora preserving Chrysalids fell to pieces More and more, deep into the reign of Amphitrite
Dark sky, heavy rain, a sudden flash: Dark sky, heavy rain, a sudden flash
Deceitful confidence, in the dark about their fate Birth would have been Death anyhow Yet the sea already chose for them The amphora than disclosed, Chrysalids so free
Turned into the abyss’ awful keepers
Free and alive, yet annihilated by Her will Driven by primordial instincts Free and alive, yet annihilated by Her will Driven by primordial instincts a new destiny.
Their natural element is now a filtering light - The danger, their own breath By now they couldn’t even fly What just one day could survive,