All my stubborn perditions
Are our concluded accord
You're the devil dominant
I'm your enslaved soul
I'm just your playing product
Still I can't do nothing
Those indirect consequences
Of my oppressive rebellion
Can't wash away from the rash
Floating In your every cursed direction
Has became a god- gift
Cause I've made my life just to experience your sins

Deep below the surface,
of a sea stormy and frenetic;
lies buried an ancient relict,
once radiant but now pathetic.
It is a long ago sunken ship
the mast and canvas rotten.
The stern revealing injuries,
that are not yet forgotten.
It once carried adventurers,
looking for brand new land;
But now it's decrepit and cursed,
never to reach a strand.
But if you would look closer,
to the shattered and mouldered deck,
you would see the dissembled treasure,
that waits to be found within every wreck.