Epitaph Songtext
von Ghost Ship Octavius

Poetry in it's gravest form
Each verse is written free of rhyme
Not made for a man
Wrote not from hand but nature's tongue

Some perversion of deity's works
The crew being frozen here in time
Each eye fixed on waves
Each cry written in dirgeful song

In several hours the rains will fall
Our bodies will slip under the ice


While the fog surrounds the sun
The captain's rigid in this ice
Pen still in hand
Fulfilling his epitaph

And the sirens grow louder
At the heart of the storm
Freezing winds become stouter
Leaving only our forms

In several hours the rains will fall
Our bodies will slip under the ice
With every breath the world is smaller
Forgetting what life once occupied