On calm water, stillness prevails
Silence not yet broken, the sun rises slowly
As the north wind passes, his bones begin to chill
As the days grow shorter, his thoughts linger home
His thoughts drift back home
Fires of solace, born from the ashes: will I find my way?
As I reflect on my quest, thoughts linger home
Three weeks at sea
oceanic monotony
When will I grasp a blade again?
Am I born to die a sailor?
Was I born to climb the mast?
Will I find my way to glory?
Fires of solace, born from the ashes: will I find my way?
As I reflect on my quest, thoughts linger home
Tides are turning now
Blackened water; depth unseen
Excitement swells
with the prospect of perils unknown
Over on the windward side
Found myself peering into the sea
Thinking of my fate
when I saw the eye staring back at me...
Silence not yet broken, the sun rises slowly
As the north wind passes, his bones begin to chill
As the days grow shorter, his thoughts linger home
His thoughts drift back home
Fires of solace, born from the ashes: will I find my way?
As I reflect on my quest, thoughts linger home
Three weeks at sea
oceanic monotony
When will I grasp a blade again?
Am I born to die a sailor?
Was I born to climb the mast?
Will I find my way to glory?
Fires of solace, born from the ashes: will I find my way?
As I reflect on my quest, thoughts linger home
Tides are turning now
Blackened water; depth unseen
Excitement swells
with the prospect of perils unknown
Over on the windward side
Found myself peering into the sea
Thinking of my fate
when I saw the eye staring back at me...