Alba s touto skladbou:
The Final Frontier,
EN ViVO! (live),
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
We run from evil tongues rash judgements selfish men
Never to be seen on these shores again
As we sail into oceansize
And lose sight of land
A 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 to come
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 sail 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 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 favour just for once
Welcome 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
Truly 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
