Loud the wind blows up
behind and the ships
rush on with sails
swollen about to tear
On the angry sea.
With sloping masts and
dipping prow the keels
slip fast, to fulfil the
prophecy to escape
the end

On the wasted shore of
the bay on the day when
all began a few men left,
we gathered around our
guides: seven sages, the
highest priests they
arranged the flight.

"We have been
chosen by the Ruler!
Now we must go...
before it's too late!"

How far shall we sail
to the land we long?
How long must we wait
for the shining sun?
Silent darkness all
around but our
desperate cries.
The storm is far away
but fears still here.

Merciless intelligence
planned our destiny,
destroyed our age,
our land, our life.
So many days we drifted,
and crossed the endless sea

"Now be prepared
to face the unknown,
ready to leave...
towards our fate!"

Migrations
on the ships of hope
Migrations
to the age of the new sun
we now let winds and
streams draw our destiny
Migrations
A new life to begin.

Desperate... our people is
all distressed.
A desert sea, no land, no light, no sun.
Heavy clouds, grey, now
they shade into...
the dark blue sea,
On the flat far horizon.
Was it all worth now that
we are dying?
Was it all worth now that
all is lost and far our land?

A beam of light, oh Gods
may it all be true.
A spot of land,
highlighted by the sun...
the clouds now break,
the sky is blue above,
darkness and doubt are
now defeated.

"Land ho!"
a cry broke out, and the
spell was snapped,
once more
we viewed the ocean
a faithful friend.
A sweet breeze
started now blowing
on our hopes,
as breath of life,
it flew the ship onwards.

And now our
worried thoughts
turned into our mates,
lost in the rage of the
fiery storm.
Sad but finally safe,
we reached our destiny.

So we succeeded in
facing the unknown,
going towards
...the Promised Land!

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