The torrential downpour slammed against the ship The helmsman is losing his grip The sails are in shambles The captain has been reduced to rambles The storm shows no sign of slowing And that feeling in my stomach is rapidly growing We are going to sink Salty water is going to be my last drink Thor's hammer strikes above Only pure unadulterated fear With my death so near I gaze back into the past Savoring every memory while it lasts I look at it sweetly through rose tinted glass I smile softly to myself as all things must pass The water grabs me in an ice cold embrace And I die with grace and a smile on my face Through death i know what it means to live All the pleasure and horrors it can give So don't throw it away Use and abuse everyday