When I stand and lookAbout the portAnd contemplate my life, will IEver see my countrymen again?As the captain calls us on the deckI take my things and walkTo the harbourside, I glance backOne last time.Fleeing our nation, our problemsWe leave behind.Ships by the tenfold sailOut on the tide.We are pleased to be out andEmbracing the open sea.Free from our troublesAnd more free from thee.Inheritors unfulfilled reasonBehind us.We flee from what is not whatIs will be.We flee the earth and face ourHarsh reality.Will death be low mist thatHangs on the sea?We run from the evil tongues, rashJudgements, selfish menNever to be seen on theseShores again.As we sail into oceansizeAnd lose sight of all landA face of contentmentAround in the air.We're off now toSeek all our fortunes.To the land of our dreams.Riding the waves and the stormIs upon us.The winds lash the sails butThe ropes keep them tight.Off in the distance a dark cloudApproaching.None could imagine what thereWas to come.No, there's no one going back.No, there's not a second chance.As we strap onto the sideWe pray to God that we don't die.As we ride the rough seas,As we soak from the ocean waves,I just hope for all our livesAnd pray that I survive.Four ships are lost in theStormy conditions.The spirits of the sunken crews,Their phantoms follow us.Spirits, sails, they drive us onThrough the all consuming waves.Cold mortality, no weaponAgainst these ever raging seas.Four leagues and ten and weHit storms again.We just can't get away fromThe eye of the storm.The birds outsoar the raging stormBut we cannot escape it.Abandoned earth that weNow craveIs many leagues from safe.Holding on for our dear livesAnd we're praying once again.Rotten luck or just jonahed?The talisman is in my hand.Limbs fatigues, trembling with cold.Blinded from the sea spray salt.Clasping anything we can hold.Heave's rain upon us falls.Twenty days without a mealAnd ten without fresh water still.Those that didn't die in stormsThe scurvy rest did slaughter.Westwards the tide.Westwards we sail on.Westwards the tide.Sail by the talisman.We approach the other sideOf the ocean with the tideIn our favour just for once.Welcome greeting, our new land.The elation in our hearts,The excitement in our veinsAs we sail towards the coastlineOf our golden promised land.Weary limbs fatigued away.I have no life left in me.No more strength and nothingLeft to give.Must find the will to live.Never thought that we couldMake it.Truly sight of shores divine.The sickness I am dying from.Never wanted it to end this way.Westwards the tide.Westwards we sail on.Westwards the tide.Sail by the talisman.
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When I stand and look
About the port
And contemplate my life, will I
Ever see my countrymen again?
As the captain calls us on the deck
I take my things and walk
To the harbourside, I glance back
One last time.
Fleeing our nation, our problems
We leave behind.
Ships by the tenfold sail
Out on the tide.
We are pleased to be out and
Embracing the open sea.
Free from our troubles
And more free from thee.
Inheritors unfulfilled reason
Behind us.
We flee from what is not what
Is will be.
We flee the earth and face our
Harsh reality.
Will death be low mist that
Hangs on the sea?
We run from the evil tongues, rash
Judgements, selfish men
Never to be seen on these
Shores again.
As we sail into oceansize
And lose sight of all land
A face of contentment
Around in the air.
We're off now to
Seek all our fortunes.
To the land of our dreams.
Riding the waves and the storm
Is upon us.
The winds lash the sails but
The ropes keep them tight.
Off in the distance a dark cloud
Approaching.
None could imagine what there
Was to come.
No, there's no one going back.
No, there's not a second chance.
As we strap onto the side
We pray to God that we don't die.
As we ride the rough seas,
As we soak from the ocean waves,
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive.
Four ships are lost in the
Stormy conditions.
The spirits of the sunken crews,
Their phantoms follow us.
Spirits, sails, they drive us on
Through the all consuming waves.
Cold mortality, no weapon
Against these ever raging seas.
Four leagues and ten and we
Hit storms again.
We just can't get away from
The eye of the storm.
The birds outsoar the raging storm
But we cannot escape it.
Abandoned earth that we
Now crave
Is many leagues from safe.
Holding on for our dear lives
And we're praying once again.
Rotten luck or just jonahed?
The talisman is in my hand.
Limbs fatigues, trembling with cold.
Blinded from the sea spray salt.
Clasping anything we can hold.
Heave's rain upon us falls.
Twenty days without a meal
And ten without fresh water still.
Those that didn't die in storms
The scurvy rest did slaughter.
Westwards the tide.
Westwards we sail on.
Westwards the tide.
Sail by the talisman.
We approach the other side
Of the ocean with the tide
In our favour just for once.
Welcome greeting, our new land.
The elation in our hearts,
The excitement in our veins
As we sail towards the coastline
Of our golden promised land.
Weary limbs fatigued away.
I have no life left in me.
No more strength and nothing
Left to give.
Must find the will to live.
Never thought that we could
Make it.
Truly sight of shores divine.
The sickness I am dying from.
Never wanted it to end this way.
Westwards the tide.
Westwards we sail on.
Westwards the tide.
Sail by the talisman.
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