[Verse 1] In the fury of storms, on the ocean, The aged seer at the helm Holds in his steadfast hand The lot and the course of the ship... In the strict service of the distance, Eternally in the whim of the days Ancient fingers of steel, Flames beneath the snow of brows... [Pre-Chorus] In flight through foam, through spray, Bursting with blue darkness, Steadfast in their whistling, in their shrieking, The helmsman is deaf and mute... [Chorus] The helmsman is deaf and mute... The helmsman is deaf and mute... Only in the wild turmoil Of the waves hurled up to the sky Does there seem to be, merged with their cry, The laughter of a wordless curse, [Verse 2] By will, allied with the storm, The silent Old Man rushes on, Shapeless, bulky, and heavy. The brig, shaken by tremors, — With power that knows no bounds, In a sea that knows no bottom, It drives the trembling galley To the shore of peace and sleep... [Bridge] Only in the wild turmoil Of the waves hurled up to the sky Does there seem to be, merged with their cry, The laughter of a wordless curse, [Outro] The silent Old Man rushes on, Shapeless, bulky, and heavy. The brig, shaken by tremors, — With power that knows no bounds, In a sea that knows no bottom, It drives the trembling galley To the shore of peace and sleep...
