Track 12: The Titanic.
Down crashed the serpents brittle steel,
In summer (sparks?) of manīs demise.
Down crashed, upon an immobile, brainless barrier, ice.
Courage!
May Gods shoot their laughing lip,
Let not fate founder with the ship.
We reel before the blows of fate,
Our stout souls stagger at the shock.
Oh, there is something ultimate with sparks over the living rock.
Courage!
Catastrophy beyond belif,
harden our hearts with fear of the debris.
The Gods upon the Titan showered their high, intolerable scorn.
But no God know it, in what hour, a new Prometheus may be born!
Courage!
Man is doomed to drag him down.
A crown of thorns is still a crown!
No hard nature (should?) can bark the spirit of mankind,
It is not built upon a (pen?)
It is not (... to the wind?)
Courage!
Disaster and destruction came before our triumph in the end!