Wreckages Ghost

"17 of august 1854
Port of Vigo, Glacia, Spain
Exhausted by the long sail, I was dreaming to forget
Everything on the bottom of the pint in this goddamn town
But these dreams were stronger than reality..."

Thirteen summer nights I see the same vision in my nightmares
Wreckages of our ship and someone in my oblique stands behind me
Pale dead man's eyes are staring through my body in the darkness
Twisted gruesome share or consciense
In the coat that finally broke free
From me / I foresee / Death is near / The ghost is me
We stepped ashore and walked in search of tavern
Through dark and narrow streets that lead to nowhere
She came across and smiled like an angel
A wounded heart began to pound, my mind predicted danger
I tried to folloew her, but she escaped me
By night I fonud her on the shore
With necklace made of sea-shells
she screamed and cried in my embrace, but no one heard it
Just silent echo entangled in the hanging doen cast net

Spanish August night envelped
Bloody sand with dusk and silence
Episodes of fear and silhouette of rapist froze in her eyes
Who possessed my soul and let my body do this heartless crime?
Shall I take the blame for ruined maiden fate or just deny it?
Wreckage ghost leave your host wrechage ghost
A soul once lost