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 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 Jonah-ed

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

Westward the tide

Westward we sail on

Westward the tide

Sail by the talisman