noble sailed across the sea 
To search a distant land 
new frontier before him 
To provide an upperhand 
Mysterious agendas 
Lay behind a graceful guise 
son was born, begotten, shorn 
Betrayed to noble lies 

I take to the water 
To glide upon the gales 
The winds that my father rode 
Will never fill my sails 

The sailors on the salty sea 
My brothers I will lead 
Our cannons fast they burn and blast 
Our blood is of the Creed 
father lost to hunger 
The temptation of control 
No sentiment you represent 
Can tame my savage soul 

I take to the water 
To glide upon the gales 
The winds that my father rode 
Will never fill my sails 

You're going to war... 

Musket guns and silver slivers  [bad word] in crimson rivers 
Words of ancient [bad word] we follow 
Bleed these veins into tomorrow 

I take to the water 
To glide upon the gales 
The winds that my father rode 
Will never fill my sails