| Leave now never return, or stay and face the dark. | |
| Day of grief, disbelief, weak and weary faces | |
| Falling and they're gone, but still remain, and tales are fading faster. | |
| Glory days are few, and far between in living memory | |
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| Days have gone down in the west, | |
| And the cold wind, and rain fill my chest | |
| And I rest | |
| They sail across the ocean, and it fills me with emotion | |
| To imagine such devotion take their place | |
| Sail the Ocean for the ways of the world | |
| Do not change by your choice to believe in a lie! | |
| You should sail and see for yourself! | |
| I've set sail for the horizont pale and golden red rising sun | |
| I'm gone, all that is returning | |
| Tales and half forgotten lore for time future in to past | |
| The pale and distance promise of tommorow's wanderers wonder where my | |
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| I wonder how we got there, and it all seems like a nightmare | |
| I've returned from out of nowhere to my Land | |
| And I wonder understand, I demand | |
| That the moment you choose to believe, you deceive, | |
| And you 're building your castles on sand. | |
| Where we wander is the question | |
| Told our tale and remains, mould and snow | |
| There are no Gods to give us answers | |
| Always keep in mind we're only children of the stars | |
| And still we chase the rainbow | |
| Running helter skelter out of mind until our | |
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| Was need or greed the reason was it tantamount to treason | |
| Was no worthy game in season, in their days | |
| What was needed and the ways of the world | |
| do not change by your choice to believe in a lie! | |
| You should sail out and see where you stand! I demand, | |
| For the moment you choose to believe, you deceive | |
| And you're building your castles on sand. |