** Song written for Russian sailors that perished aboard the Russian submarine, Kursk in 2000


Drifting silently
Through this endless sea
Thinking could it be,
Another setting sun
We will never see?

The stillness shakes me.
I can feel you breathe,
Crying desperately
For a little sanity.

And I see that nothing seems to change.
In the face of defeat, we know who holds the reigns...

And I feel somewhat scared
That they will never make it.
When I think about the consequence,
I don t think I can take it.

Holding tightly
To crush this misery
Thinking could it be
That I will never hold my family.

Images invading.
Haunting memories.
I pray helplessly
That someone will save me.

And I see, that nothing seems to change.
In the face of defeat, we know who holds the reigns.

And I feel somewhat scared
That they will never make it.
When I think about the consequence,
I don t think I can take it.
You let them sit below
Clinging onto hope.
You grabbed them by their throats
Only to let them float.

Well I feel somewhat proud
That they have finally made it.
Despite your ignorance,
Their consequence
Is glory.
It is glory.
It is glory.