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 harbourside,
 I glance back one last 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 the evil tongues,
 Rash judgements, selfish men
 Never to be seen on these shores again.

 As we sail into oceansize
 And lose sight of all 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 onto 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 mortality, 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 fatigues, 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

 Westwards the tide
 westwards we sail on
 Westwards the tide
 Sail by the talisman

 We approach the other side
 Of the ocean with the tide
 In our favour 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

 Westwards the tide
 Westwards we sail on
 westwards the tide
 Sail by the talisman