(while) steering the ship through the raging sea Trying to reach terra firma (all of a sudden) a blue glowing fog appeared No hands to be seen in front of their face Father malone´s journal: "we six have met this night From midnight until one we planned blake´s death What a poor man What a horror this murderous deed" A light appeared - the shore seemed (to be) near With the believe to be rescued They steered towards the trap of rocks With eyes opened wide (now) staring into (the) darkness (of the sea) Father malone´s journal: "midnight until one belongs to the dead Good god deliver us - it is done He followed our false light (and) was engulfed by the stormy sea" Something came out of the fog trying to kill us And it might come again I am the sixth conspirator I am father malone The fog dispersed as suddenly as it appeared And never came back But one day they will return To seek the fire which led them to death Father malone´s journal: As if the fog was sent from heaven But god surely didn´t support our crime May god forgive us" Father malone: We honour murderers, We honour murderers