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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 no a second chance
As we strap onto the side We pary to God that we don'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 Though 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!!
Limbds fatigues, trembling with cold Blinded from the sea spray salt
Clasping anything we can hold Heave's rain upon us falls
Twenty days without a meal 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
Westwards the tide Westwards we sail on
Westwards the tide Sail by the TALISMAN!