A drifting tender
Come ride, heroes, ride
Her galleon severed
Away with the tide

The stormheads gather
Come ride, heroes, ride
Illusions scattered
Away with the tide

Why
Do weathered warriors wander their way whither wanting wonders wait
Hark the heralds, anchors aweigh! Hither happens mine escape
Freedom forgone, sinking apace. Comets crumble, Phoebus fades
Under cosmic clamor decayed, hides a path untaken

Ancient echoes
Come ride, heroes, ride
In deafening silence
Away with the tide

A wave of hazard
Come ride, heroes, ride
A-whorling inward
Away with the tide