My eyes closed tight,
I can see silhouettes of ships from below.
They pass up high, I never know their goals.
Soon their hulls split, and the keels burst,
for they meet the reefs.
The beacons guide you, finally you see land again
After the many wanderings.
The wheel slips out of the once-so-brave hand,
But the shallows are waiting.
The shallows are waiting!
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining at sea.
The mouths are open, the eyes are empty.
Nothing remains, because they took everything from you,
Accustomed to walk over dead bodies.
In the downfall you are all welcome here,
There is nothing wrong with it!
The ship's body was torn from the mouth of the rock,
A wooden creature torn by a predator.
The chest of the being of stone teeth slightly broken.
Down here in the sand, crabs gnaw the meat off the bones.
Will someone miss you?
The light in the darkness seemed like a heavenly gift
That the angels created for you.
Instead, they let you run up and sink,
Where the shallows are calling.
The shallows are calling!
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining at sea.
The mouths are open, the eyes are empty.
Nothing remains, because they took everything from you,
Accustomed to walk over dead bodies.
In the downfall you are all welcome here,
There is nothing wrong with it!
They are honest and efficient people,
They expose what the tide brings to them,
they have always shared their prey,
Anything that does not sink to the sea floor.
See ships in the storm in the distance,
What needs to be done is done:
They ignite the old lantern
As a terrible welcome greeting.
Here in the wet grave life stirs,
And soon they will finally pay.
Because we will rise again,
Put an end to the wrong signals!
It's raining, it's raining, it's raining at sea.
The mouths are open, the eyes are empty.
Nothing remains, because they took everything from you,
Accustomed to walk over dead bodies.
In the downfall you are all welcome here,
There is nothing wrong with it!