Из альбома: Heirs of the Ancient Tales
In deepest past a boy had a dream
To go out to sea and find the freedom
To challenge the oceans and ride the storm
To seek the honour and reach the sky
Fulfill your dreams
After a drunken night he hired on a ship
The "Soldier of Fortune" - an omen of gods
With hopeful eyes he looked to the sea
Lost in thoughts of eternal blue
The journey begins
The ship sailed away - escorted with hope
But after a week alone on the sea
The clouds turned black and a storm came to play
The force of nature began to act
I can hear the words of the gods
I can feel my time has come
To die
Broken dreams sank to the ground
Hopelessness comes and sanity fades
Away
Defenseless in the raging storm
A crying wind which pushes me down
The giant waves which play with me
A new born grave was opened in
The sea