(the Sailor)

In the darkness a light awaits
for the ones who will bring the fire,
to see what has never been seen
and name what has never been named.

We're the ones and we will be,
with our swords and philosophy,
we have ink and write history
of our time, of all times to be.

(the Sailor, the Prophet)

So set sail toward the unknown,
open the canvas, let wind blow.
Through the waves don't stop, don't turn,
follow the stars, fires in the dark,
and leave a wake in the sea of time.

(the Sailor, Chorus)

From the walls of Troy, through the clashing rocks,
we will touch the sky with our words and stones.
And beyond the edge, in a land so far,
we will place our flags and then sail again.
Then a song will be played, a legend to sing,
and our heroes and wonders will live.

(the Prophet)

I have placed in their mind my baits,
to be sure they will feel the fire,
I have sent my harpies and sirens,
blown to keep them on the lane.

I am curious to see
how far they can sail and live,
somehow free for centuries
in a world without me.

(the Sailor, the Prophet)

So set sail toward the unknown,
open the canvas, let the wind blow.
Through the waves don't stop, don't turn,
follow the stars, fires in the dark,
and leave a wake in the sea of time.

(the Sailor, Chorus)

From the walls of Troy, through the clashing rocks,
we will touch the sky with our words and stones.
And beyond the edge, in a land so far,
we will place our flags and then sail again.
Then a song will be played, a legend to sing,
and our heroes and wonders will live.

(the Sailor, THE PROPHET)

Not formed to live the life of brutes
BLIND SLAVES DON'T SEE THE CHAINS
but to follow virtue and knowledge
NEVER TOO FAR TO BE FREE
We will conquer the world for us
UNTIL THE GODS WILL COME
and build the empire of humanity.

(the Oracle, THE PROPHET)

Oh, Prophet, you will be their chief
NOT A LEADER, JUST A SLAVE
You will guide them and burn the sky
NEVER, THIS CANNOT BE
millions of worlds will fall and pass
I MADE THEM BY MY HANDS
and by your hands they're going to rise.

(the Dictator)

From the walls of Troy, through the clashing rocks,
we will touch the sky with our words and stones.
And beyond the edge, in a land so far...