I shed light on my darkness
The ground has become a funeral procession
Where everyone ignores the alarming events
Amorç ant a cycle of eternal changes
I have never stopped wandering in the twists and turns of my past
Stuck in the impasses that I know had cowardly granted
Like a trapped beast, at the mercy of its own steps
A thorny burden supported by my own arms
I have become a lurker of times
Wanderer of the lands of the rising sun
Faithful companion of all winds
On a small trading ship
I tirelessly tried to brighten up my environment
Through intoxication, my mind filled with omnipresent dreams
Really, it is impossible to serve two masters at the same time
Sullen by these moments, when I feel like I'm beating the wind
Soul surf
Carefully, he sails, he avoids the reefs by the thousands
Obstacles inherent in these dark, tormented waters
Soul surf
The waves rage against the solid oak hull
The winds defy chain on the solid sails of skins
Sailors without fear, ship of the deep seas
Which progress despite the storm of its
The skies are shattered gray with anger
Clouds cover the entire sea
In the distance finally the silhouette of a ship
The anguish of the banks is heard
I travel towards the land of the Pewter
There where this incessant hunger will cease
To know what tomorrow will be
There where my fight will not be in vain
Soon my feet will leave this earth
br/>For the waves of the impetuous ocean
I take the little path that leads to the foreshore
While my thoughts flow abundantly
The ship drops anchor not far from this pebble beach
Proud bow and stern, my future is in their reflections
Suddenly the water reaches my face, my feet lose control bottom
I left my land, I swim towards the horizon
Two men pull me out of the water
Cold drops trickle down my back
Your body and mind are numb as we pull you from the waves
Your eyes return as the grip of the ocean slips away
The echoes of your lands resound upon these cliffs
Exhaustion and sorrow have forged the path that led you to this travelerâs ship
I sigh, my breath burns with freedom
My misfortune has just come to an end
I die sit on a sturdy wooden bench
My heart is full of emotion
My soul stirs
I want to compose an ode
On the travelers of the dawn...
Written by Pierre-Alexandre Plessix for Catuvolcus © 2012-2013

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