Rhythmic motions of an endless sea
The sounds of life, the call of nature
The sea is a living thing; a breathing thing
In a cadence as old as time itself
The waves are forever drawn to the shore
To meet their final and irrevocable end
Some mystical temptation lures them to the beach
Helpless to avoid their own inevitable demise
The waves thunders in the throws of death
From the ends of the Earth comes more and more
Wave after wave crash upon the sands of eternity
Timeless, Boundless, Endless is the power of the sea
the black sea full of mysteries. pirates, treasures, and histories.
Mysteries and histories, ain’t it the truth