Opera Obscura - ...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Anchors away

We raise the canvas

Ride the rising wind across the blank space

Brace the sails

Tie down the amin stays

Fix down the hatches while the storms rage about our heads

Would I come crashing down into the storm

Out of a dream to fly the wind god is born

Fire in the hole

Release the captives

Embrace the fury as the torrent screams about us

Across the waves

Across the planet

Across the empt skies our hopes are dashed like antlers

I would come back across seas of the remote

I will come back to you and bind you to your oath