Outside of time Ancestral mystery Fathering Andean crypts and wandering to sea Swallowed by doldrums to an unknown destiny
We shall take flight Six netherworlding farers’ history Our trades are many though our instruments are few To forge an ancient passage in Tuamotu
Gone with the floods Our only hope to cross the jungle’s ends But still with baited breath I know we’ll find a way to run the Devil’s haul
Shore in retreat As it is with greater horizons on the other side The sails hoisted and the banners raised up high Our Equatorial admission drawing nigh The waves’ conceit Will surely find a way to turn the tide Through glaucous chasms with their misting ivory crowns The coastal epochs clouding up and backing down
On the horizon Storming the sea The ocean howling endlessly
Tectonic vengeance Winds of the east Tiding the nords to the mark of the beast
Our vessel is wasted I am drenched to the bone Ashore with this oaken messiah of stone
Crowning the reef With eastern spoils for our company My feet within the sands I gaze upon the stars Witnessing missionary failures from afar
On high relief Callao to copra grinning oversea One hundred suns afield we’ve forged upon the mast Three score our kin will find them in the looking glassTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
