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In the deep black waters far from home

where no one's ever gone,

I'm set to sail so that I can find

the wisest of them all.

All alone I wonder once again

on roads nobody walks

longing to meet the Mother of all,

the wisest of them all.

I'm sailing to this lonely journey

Her blessing heels my wounds and fires my flame

The ocean's calling my name

I won't give in, I'll stay strong

This winter's sail is what I long

With the sun and the moon as my only guides

now the wind can hear my song

I feel her breath so close to me

While storms are raging on.

On the waves I see her bleeding eyes

Sitting on a throne of bones

Like a siren queen of the undead

And that's where she belongs