At the end of the world
A gathering of shadows
Lost between sky and sea
A life without course
Pushed somewhere
By the wind
The body turns,
Turns to bronze
The heart turns to stone
And the journey seems
Without end
You know
There's a vindictive
And cruel god
Envious father of Cyclops
Along your way,
Your way home
Only a gust of his anger
To shake the seas
To crush the wretched,
Wretched life
Of a little mortal man
So the journey seems
Without end
Sometimes the fear
Slowly slides in your veins
Don't rush
The journey at all
You have to listen
To the sirens song
Before
The last landing place
Lost in the immensity
Of universe
Underneath stranger stars
Maybe flat silence
Maybe roar of thunder
But hold firmly the helm
And dream of home
Beware the gods
Astonished by
Your mortal life
It's challenge to them
Never be afraid
May be flat silence
May be roar of thunder
But the course is written
In the net of fate
Dark clouds At the end of the world A gathering of shadows Lost between sky and sea A life without course Pushed somewhere By the wind The body turns, Turns to bronze The heart turns to stone And the journey seems Without end You know There's a vindictive And cruel god Envious father of Cyclops Along your way, Your way home Only a gust of his anger To shake the seas To crush the wretched, Wretched life Of a little mortal man So the journey seems Without end Sometimes the fear Slowly slides in your veins Don't rush The journey at all You have to listen To the sirens song Before The last landing place Lost in the immensity Of universe Underneath stranger stars Maybe flat silence Maybe roar of thunder But hold firmly the helm And dream of home Beware the gods Astonished by Your mortal life It's challenge to them Never be afraid May be flat silence May be roar of thunder But the course is written In the net of fate Explain Request ×
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