When I stand and look about the port
And contemplate my life
Will I ever see my countrymen again?

As the captain calls us on the deck,
I take my things and walk
To the harbour-side I glance back one more time

Fleeing our nation, our problems we leave behind
Ships by the tenfold sail out on the tide
We are pleased to be out and embracing the open sea
Free from our troubles and more free from thee 

Inheritors unfulfilled reason behind us
We flee from what is not, what is, will be
We flee the earth and face our harsh reality
Will death be low mist that hangs on the sea?
 [bad word] from evil tongues; rash judgments; selfish men
Never to be seen on these shores again
As we sail into oceansize and lose sight of land
face of contentment around in the air

We're off now to seek all our fortunes
To the land
Of our dreams...

Riding the waves and the storm is upon us
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 [bad word] No there's no one going back
No there's not a second chance
As we strap on to the side
We pray to God that we won't die!

As we ride the rough seas
As we soak from the ocean waves
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive

Four ships are lost in the stormy conditions
The spirits of the sunken crews; their phantoms follow us

Spirits sails, they drive us on through the all consuming waves
Cold Morality no weapon against these ever raging seas
Four leagues and ten and we hit storms again
We just can't get away from the eye of the storm

The birds outsoar the raging storm, but we cannot escape it
Abandoned earth that we now crave is many leagues from safe
Holding on for our dear lives, and we're praying once again
Rotten luck, or just Jonahed, the Talisman is in my hand

Limbs fatigued, trembling with cold; blinded from the sea spray salt
Clasping anything we can hold, Heaven's rain upon us falls
Twenty days without a meal, and ten without fresh water still
Those that didn't die in storms, the scurvy rest did slaughter

Westward the tide
Westward we sail on
Westward the tide
Sail by the talisman

We approach the other side of the ocean with the tide
In our favor just for once; [bad word] greeting our new land
The elation in our hearts, the excitement in our veins
As we sail towards the coastline of our golden promised land

Weary limbs fatigued away, I have no life left in me
No more strength and nothing left to give, must find the will to live.
Never thought that we could make it, [bad word] sight of shores divine
The sickness I am dying from; never wanted it to end this way...

Westward the tide
Westward we sail on
Westward the tide
Sail by the talisman

Westward the tide
Westward we sail on
Westward the tide
Sail by the talisman