Winds whistling facing the sea, sails swelling we are leaving to face the ink of our story we're not afraid of Poseidon's thunderous anger, crossing the oceans of eternal torment, hunting the deep blue splitter. Cause hidden lives the white beast, the legendary creature of our story. We'll succeed where many men died in vain, we'll pierce the heart of the white whale. Beyond the foulness of the swell. Last time I see the shore, for a tale I don't know the end. It's the last time I see the shore, let me see it one last time, so I left the shore. Beyond the foulness of the swell, amongst the swifting winds astray, our hearts wont betray we're not afraid of Poseidon's thunderous anger, crossing the oceans of eternal torment, hunting the deep blue splitter. Our impudence will lead us to our graves, our incentives won't betray the ones we could have been. Last time I see the shore, for a tale I don't know the end.