The struggle is commencing, and the storm is raging,
So much chaos, uncertainty, never-ending.
And yet, surprise, or Universe's merry game,
The truth is born, right there, in the center of the flame.
How odd this terrible magnificence of Nature,
That keeps its treasures deep in danger,
And drives unhindered wave of emotion
To burn its wings in reckless motion.
To thee I sing, oh Divine Force of Creation,
In fool's attempt at inspiration.
This battle-worn ship is yet to see its end,
And sailor's heart aims to transcend
Deceiving treachery of the ocean's core
And see the light of the longed-for shore.
So much chaos, uncertainty, never-ending.
And yet, surprise, or Universe's merry game,
The truth is born, right there, in the center of the flame.
How odd this terrible magnificence of Nature,
That keeps its treasures deep in danger,
And drives unhindered wave of emotion
To burn its wings in reckless motion.
To thee I sing, oh Divine Force of Creation,
In fool's attempt at inspiration.
This battle-worn ship is yet to see its end,
And sailor's heart aims to transcend
Deceiving treachery of the ocean's core
And see the light of the longed-for shore.