Bit crap!

We were locked in a corner
We were spared by the rain
The ocean swelled up
To collide with the Spanish
We don't think they were seen again,
With seaweed fingers
The cold take over this place
With outstretched arms
We flow into ice
And become one with the frozen,
Giving up
Giving up consumes our souls
And tells a story on our gravestones
We were not commited to cremation
There was nothing left
As the coast upped it's marker
And took hold of the Spanish borders,
Europe collapsed.