Stranded at the borders of perception Onto a blackened heaven, washed ashore In voluntary exile from deception A peaceful mind, alas, a heart at war
A solitary voyager upon uncharted land Left beaten on the rock, nowhere to go But to face an arctic map and with a cold and bloody hand Draw a crooked line through ice and snow
Across the callous fields and valleys deep Through winter storms towards the mountains high He carved a path and from the summit laughed Into the unforgiving northern sky
He came here clinging to a wreckage Only guided by the violence of the sea But not content to merely stay afloat He built a ship from memories and debrisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
