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 A 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 The...
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 Below Mist That Hangs On The Sea
We Run From Evil Turns
Rash Judgements, Selfish Men
Never To Be Seen On These Shores Again
As We Sail Into Oceansize And Lose Sight Of Land
Face Of Contentment Around In The Air
We're Off Now To Seek Our Fortunes
To The Land Of Our Dreams
Riding The Waves Of 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 Fear Was To Come
No, There's No One Going Back
No, There's Not A Second Chance
As We Strap On To The Side
We Pray To God That We Won't Die
As We Ride The Rough Seas
As We Shook From The Ocean Waves
I Just Hope For All Our Lives And Pray That I Survive
Fortunes Are Lost In The Stormy Conditions
The Spirits Of The Sunken Crews
The Phantoms Full Of Us?
Spirit Sails They Drive Us On
Through The All Consuming Waves
Cold Mortality No Weapon
Against These Ever Wretched Seas
Four Leagues We Turn
And We Hit Storms Again
We Just Can't Get Away
From The Eye Of The Storm
The Birds Outsolar The Raging Storm
But We Cannot Escape It
With Our Grave
This Many Leagues Are 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 Fatigued Trembling With Cold
Blinded From The Sea Spray Salt
Cast Away Anything We Can Hold
Ever Dread Upon Us Fall
Twenty Days Without A Meal
And Ten Without Fresh Water Still
Those That Didn't Die In Storms
For Scurvy Rest Is Slaughter
Westward The Tide!
Westward We Sail!
Westward The Tide!
Sail By The Talisman!
[[[SolO]]]
We'll Cross The Other Side
Of The Ocean With The Tide
In Our Favour Just For Once
We're Completing Our New Life
The Elation In Our Hearts
The Excitement In Our Face
As We Sail Towards The Coastline
Of Our Golden Promise Land
Weary Lims Fatigued Away
I Have No Life Left In Me
No More Strength, No Nothing Left To Give
Must Find The Will To Live
Never Thought That We Could Make It
To The Silent Shores Divine
The Sickness I Am Dying From
Never Wanted It To End This Way
Westward The Tide!
Westward We Sail!
Westward The Tide!
Sail By The Talisman!
Westward The Tide!
Westward We Sail!
Westward The Tide!
Sail By The Talisman!
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 A 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 The...
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 Below Mist That Hangs On The Sea
We Run From Evil Turns
Rash Judgements, Selfish Men
Never To Be Seen On These Shores Again
As We Sail Into Oceansize And Lose Sight Of Land
Face Of Contentment Around In The Air
We're Off Now To Seek Our Fortunes
To The Land Of Our Dreams
Riding The Waves Of 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 Fear Was To Come
No, There's No One Going Back
No, There's Not A Second Chance
As We Strap On To The Side
We Pray To God That We Won't Die
As We Ride The Rough Seas
As We Shook From The Ocean Waves
I Just Hope For All Our Lives And Pray That I Survive
Fortunes Are Lost In The Stormy Conditions
The Spirits Of The Sunken Crews
The Phantoms Full Of Us?
Spirit Sails They Drive Us On
Through The All Consuming Waves
Cold Mortality No Weapon
Against These Ever Wretched Seas
Four Leagues We Turn
And We Hit Storms Again
We Just Can't Get Away
From The Eye Of The Storm
The Birds Outsolar The Raging Storm
But We Cannot Escape It
With Our Grave
This Many Leagues Are 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 Fatigued Trembling With Cold
Blinded From The Sea Spray Salt
Cast Away Anything We Can Hold
Ever Dread Upon Us Fall
Twenty Days Without A Meal
And Ten Without Fresh Water Still
Those That Didn't Die In Storms
For Scurvy Rest Is Slaughter
Westward The Tide!
Westward We Sail!
Westward The Tide!
Sail By The Talisman!
[[[SolO]]]
We'll Cross The Other Side
Of The Ocean With The Tide
In Our Favour Just For Once
We're Completing Our New Life
The Elation In Our Hearts
The Excitement In Our Face
As We Sail Towards The Coastline
Of Our Golden Promise Land
Weary Lims Fatigued Away
I Have No Life Left In Me
No More Strength, No Nothing Left To Give
Must Find The Will To Live
Never Thought That We Could Make It
To The Silent Shores Divine
The Sickness I Am Dying From
Never Wanted It To End This Way
Westward The Tide!
Westward We Sail!
Westward The Tide!
Sail By The Talisman!
Westward The Tide!
Westward We Sail!
Westward The Tide!
Sail By The Talisman!