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“Singin’ the old song, men

and let’s have a drink to the old Buddies dead!

I had a name, …seas washed apart,just like the tides in the shores of my heart

Waves sail the coffin along to the end…

Singin’ the old song, men!”

Every night it’s like a fever

hear it!

Wood against wood, he feels it’s getting’ nearer

I know

now he screams at every scream,he talks to every ship we meet

and looks far away

He shuts up and he shouts and his thoughts are too loud

to be heard now.

The heart of the shepherd ran dry

he’ll never lead the sheep out of the night

The heart of the shepherd ran dry for the saltness of the sea.

The water, seem to reflect the sky

but don’t confuse that supernatural White

someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire

Hold the rhumb line, fathom by fathom

to the ivory Maëlstrom

three times the helmsman saw the Davy Jones call!

now he asks everyone,he stands beside this fatal man

and looks far away

we call him fool ‘cause his charades are too hard to be solved now.

Where has poor Pip gone?

He’s been too long there alone

water maybe washed his heart,the sky surely stole his soul!

I know nothing good is waiting for us all!

His life! He forgot his flesh is not stone

if you could hear sounds under this deep flat blue wall

you’d know nothing good is waitin for us all.

The heart of the shepherd ran dry

he’ll never lead the sheep out of the night

The heart of the shepherd ran dry for the saltness of the sea.

“Here Lord my father I lie

tried to be yours more than mine

but at the end what’s a man

to live all his God’s life?”

The water,look,may seem to reflect the sky

but don’t confuse that supernatural White

someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire

…someone can reach but that shade of Gehenna’s fire…