With spell and voice intertwined Circe denied the rightful path The sea does not ask for prayers It claims its tenth in flesh In silence, the storm decreed The price of the living The keel cuts through the wave Towards the merciless rock If the rudder shifts its course Life will be ground to dust Between two fatal ways My command remains silent Six voices cried out from on high My hands froze upon the deck The names I had given them Were shattered against the stone The ship kept its course Their lament followed me The Sun shone without guilt The sea returned to sea To live was the punishment We sail on the captain Of many men saved Of six men dead