the talisman

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 won'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

heaven'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