We set sail from Circe Under advice from the witch The call of the siren No man can resist
On course through dark oceans And endless rough tides Our ship, faithful hostess On black sails we glide
History will tell our tale Of the brave who set sail To the sirens on the rocks Victory will be in our grasp
One man's crazy quest Could be our demise As we praise Poseidon Lord Zeus stirs the brine
History will tell our tale Of the brave who set sail To the sirens on the rocks Victory will be ours at last
Look out! Just ahead Through rocks and mist we sail Shout out!
Do you hear the siren's call Look out! Just ahead Through rocks and mist we sail Break out!
To escape the siren's call We sail towards the sun The sirens behind us Ulysses, the battle is won Ithaca, true seat of the realmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
