A drifting tender,
Come ride, heroes, ride
Her galleon severed
Away with the tide
The storm head gathers,
Come ride, heroes, ride
Illusions scattered
Away with the tide
A drifting tender,
Come ride, heroes, ride
Her galleon severed
Away with the tide
The storm head gathers,
Come ride, heroes, ride
Illusions scattered
Away with the tide
Time
Try, dare the dead tread ahead on a road that is borrowed design.
Through the sum of their sons do they seek tomorrow.
Tonight, witness then as the end shall begin what was final.