A noble sailed across the sea
To search a distant land
A new frontier before him

To provide an upperhand
Mysterious agendas
Lay behind a graceful guise

A 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

A 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
Justice runs in crimson rivers
Words of ancient truth 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