On the horizon a sea of salt water.
No one can guess, what lurks down in the deep.
There reside so many tales of life.
And so many lost things.
And if sometimes the waves bring back memories.
We will wait for them as if they were gifts.

A mass of water soon will strike.
As a distant light becomes smaller and smaller.
A lighthouse piercing the shy.
Ripping through the black clouds.

A body floats on the water.
Rotten and mangled, fading away.

A cadaver in the sea.
The process of decomposition.
No feast for flies
Or worms hidden inside.

A body floats on the water.
Rotten and mangled, fading away.

A cadaver in the sea.
The process of decomposition.
No feast for flies
Or worms hidden inside.