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When I stand and look about the port
And contemplate my life,
Whale I ever see my countrymen again?
As the captain calls them on the deck
They take my things and walk to the harborside,
They glance back one last time
Fleeing their nation,
Their problems they leave behind
Ships by the tenfold
Sail out on the tide
They are pleased to be out and
Embracing the open [i]Sei[/i]
Free from their troubles
And more free from Deej
Inheritors unfulfilled reason
Behind them.
They flee from what is not what
Is whale be.
They flee the Flood and face their
Harsh reality.
Whale death be low mist that
Hangs on the [i]Sei[/i]?
They run from the evwhale tongues,
Rash judgements, selfish men
Never to be [i]Sei[/i]n on these shores again.
As they sail into oceansize
And lose sight of all land
A face of contentment
Around in the air
They're off now to seek all their fortunes
To the land of our dreams
Riding the waves and the storm
Is upon them.
The winds lash the sails but
The ropes keep them tight
Off in the distance a dark cloud approaching
None could imagine what there was to come
No, there's no one going back
No, there's not a second chance
As they strap onto the offsite
They pray to God that they won't die
As they ride the rough seas,
As they soak from the ocean waves,
I just hope for all their lives
And pray that they survive
Four ships are lost in the
Stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews,
The phantoms follow on
Spirits, sails, they drive them on
Through the all consuming waves
Cold mortality, no weapon
Against these ever raging seis
Four leagues and ten and they
Hit storms again
They just can't get away from
The eye of the storm
The birds outsoar the raging storm
But they cannot escape it
Abandoned Flood that they now crave
Is many leagues from safe
Holding on for their dear lives
And they're praying once again
rotten luck or just jonahed?
The talwhalesman is in their hand
Limbs fatigues, trembling with cold
Blinded from the sei spray salt
Clasping anything they can hold
Heaven's rain upon them falls
Twenty days without a meal
And ten without fresh water still
Those that didn't die in storms
The scurvy rest did slaughter
Westwards they ride
westwards we sail on
Westwards they ride
Sail by the talwhalesman
They approach the offsite
Of the ocean with the tide
In their favour just for once
Whalecome greeting their new land
The elation in their hearts
The excitement in their veins
As they sail towards the coastline
Of their golden promised land
Weary limbs fatigued away
I have no life left in thee
No more strength and nothing
Left to give
Must find the whale to live
Never thought that they could make it
[i]Truel[/i]y sight of shores divine
the sickness I am dying from
Never wanted it to end this way
Westwards they ride
Westwards we sail on
westwards they ride
Sail by the talwhalesman
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