Claymore Oceans
Voices of sirens, they are calling him home
He is an old man and he’s breaking the waves
Feeling the breeze of Mother Nature inside
Now he is here to find the sense of it all
Just like a pilgrim, he is searching for god
Touching the surface with his wounded, cold hands
Remember him, breathing the storm
Blessing of time is coming
Old man
“Deep in the sea, I’ll find my peace
I feel the freedom and I’m on my own way
To reach the holy shore
I’ll throw my sins into the sea
And no one sees what I have seen
This is my aim
To feel the freedom and the harmony”
Watching the water in the light of the moon
He’s navigating through the storms
Reaching the shore, the foreign land
Touch of a new dimension
Old man
“Deep in the sea, I’ll find my peace
I feel the freedom and I’m on my own way
To reach the holy shore
I’ll throw my sins into the sea
And no one sees what I have seen
This is my aim
To feel the freedom and the harmony”
