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We were on the seas and sailing, toward a foreign land.

And with our senses failing, to delusions oh so grand.

I was at the helm and lured in by siren songs so rare.

And although their fangs were in me, I never had a care.

I'm standing fast on a glimpse

While my vessel is tossed in the midst

Of a sea that is raging so fiercely to claim me

To maim me, to name me.

I'm standing fast on a glimpse

Of the land that I see in the mist

I am lashed to the mast of the ship

That is flying the flag of my beautiful home.

Into that red-sky morning, prevailing East wind bound.

With no regard for warnings, unfailing in resound.

Beyond our depth of measure, infested leagues confound.

Our search for lives of leisure, our dreams began to drown.

I'm standing fast on a glimpse

While my vessel is tossed in the midst

Of a sea that is raging so fiercely to claim me

To maim me, to name me.

I'm standing fast on a glimpse

Of the land that I see in the mist

I am lashed to the mast of the ship

That is flying the flag of my beautiful home.

Our topside sight not threatening, all hands are strong and proud.

Below board sights of strange things, all 'atmos-fear' and clouds.

I could see the storm approaching, a crimson sky at dawn.

Their heresies encroaching, the struggle rages on.

I'm standing fast on a glimpse

While my vessel is tossed in the midst

Of a sea that is raging so fiercely to claim me

To maim me, to name me.

I'm standing fast on a glimpse

Of the land that I see in the mist

I am lashed to the mast of the ship

That is flying the flag of my beautiful home.