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| 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 evil tongues rash judgements selfish men Never to be seen on these shores again As we sail into oceansize And lose sight of 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 sail 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 fatigued 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 Westward the tide Westward we sail on Westward 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 Westward the tide Westward we sail on Westward the tide Sail by the talisman |
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