White Pearl, Black Oceans (Part II: By the Grace of the Ocean) Lyrics

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, floats 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 the ocean.
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...
Follow my feelings 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”.