It is the clear ingratitude gone against us,

what takes us to bring havoc upon our enemies out in the sea.

We stare at our merciless enemies

hoping to find a path upon rushing bellows of high tide.

Our gloom old vessel, lightened only by the sparks of darkened clouds,

roams lost.

All nature raves against us,

when all we wanted was justice.

Now we shall die dishonored,

torn by the sea,

shred by the jagged coastal rocks of our own nation.