White Pearl, Black Oceans - Part II, "By The Grace Of The Ocean" - Sonata Arctica

Once I felt the embrace of the sea

Loved me, held me,

Once I felt so despised by eternity

Fall upon me…

It's upon me…

The waves are high above me

This'd be my home

Deep in the sea

Oh pain, float like a flower

The darkest sea refusing me…

Music of the seven gentle tides

Fade, in distance

Darkness was a friend, leaden the candle light

Slowly healing for a fortnight

I'm alive…

Memories;

I used to have a home in the light

But the meaning's still escaping me

All the joy was gone along the barque, with the name…

There's a face, my story in the deep dark sea…

Memories, he used to have a home in the light

The life he can't remember anymore

Every night he sees the white barque in a dream

Every night adds colours to the memory…

Guiding star above the shallow sea

The grave of angels

Beacon for the ones who need to seize the night

For the last time, all onboard the

White Pearl…

All onboard for the very last time

Close your eyes, oh calamity

Feel their pain for the very first time

See myself in a dream

There was a lady who was saved from

Without a name to tell, afraid to stay,

she left, the leaves were umber

My only hope, she's the one I have dreamt of

Follow my feelings, in her wake

I've become a true blight

I huddle in the daylight

Banished by my townsmen

With blood in my hands

Gallop across the moorlands

On a branded steed I'd stolen

Building my own gallows

Grave shallowed for a thief

Across the isle with the horse I ride

Close my eyes, oh calamity

Feel this pain for the very first time

I see her eyes, like a dream

I found the lady who was saved from the ocean

Without a name to tell, afraid to stay,

she left, the leaves were umber

I wonder, if she's the one I had dreamt of…

Feelings get stronger in her wake

Without names to tell, afraid to stay,

we left, in rain and thunder

We ponder, if our dreams we're all handed

Only by the grace of the sea

Memories, I used to have a home in The Light

Now we keep the far-side of the sea

And the joy we knew is still alive, trees so green

A New Face, The Beauty and the brand new me…

The music of my chosen gentle tide…

Turned into a story on the other side

A lone note in a lone vial

"We are alive"

THE END.