Losing myself in darkness...
black in black.
A sea-born ghost, a frozen heart. Shattered.
A ghastly sky, while nature withers.
Now I‘ve found myself running away
from the life I lost, - all alone.
The life I lost in Murmansk.
No looking back to the world that once was.
To the ground I once have walked.
The path I walked in Murmansk.
The sea is calling, - a shivering caress.
a dead-end horizon never to be reached.
Running through the whipping spindrift,
a fugitive losing its pain,
a pain that rose in Murmansk.
The coldness acheing like burning needles.
A chilling past of a life that has been lived.
A life that I‘ve shed in Murmansk.
To be free I need to sail away
or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
I‘m diving, trying to restore my dreams,
breaking the chains that tie me,
tie me to Murmansk.
I spread my arms, embracing the waves
that are fighting me back, pushing me back.
Pushing me back to Murmansk.
To be free I need to sail away
or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
To be free I need to sail away
or I will die at the border to no man‘s land.
Now I‘m free and I start to sail away
so I won‘t die at the border to no man‘s land.
At the border to no man‘s land.