Never again will he see his homeland
Thirteen weeks of an even horizon
All but one have lost hope
In his eyes they can still see the fire
After endless days of blindness
As the fog finally lifts
He gathers his men on deck
So all can see the unsettled island
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
The silence translates fear and wonder
No one dares to believe yet, no one can turn his eyes away
This savage paradise, warning or mercy of the gods?
They now can distinguish the glaciers and lifeless plains
Deserts of black sand, deserts of ice
Violent contrasts, improbable harmony
Forbidden territory, enigmatic passions
First steps on the virgin soil, a feeling of trespassing
Here they must obey the natural law
The mountains are bleeding fire, the land bears scars everywhere
Yet the beauty arises, tracing its path in the furiousness
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
I'm starting to think that we're not here by chance
They are only here as guests, subject to a ruthless order
Enchanting landscapes recall the insignificance of man
Its weakness seems more overwhelming than ever
Yet they know there's no turning back
Passion will burn til the earth's final outcry
Cult of Erinyes - Island Lyrics
Cult of Erinyes - Island Lyrics
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Never again will he see his homeland
Thirteen weeks of an even horizon
All but one have lost hope
In his eyes they can still see the fire
After endless days of blindness
As the fog finally lifts
He gathers his men on deck
So all can see the unsettled island
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
The silence translates fear and wonder
No one dares to believe yet, no one can turn his eyes away
This savage paradise, warning or mercy of the gods?
They now can distinguish the glaciers and lifeless plains
Deserts of black sand, deserts of ice
Violent contrasts, improbable harmony
Forbidden territory, enigmatic passions
First steps on the virgin soil, a feeling of trespassing
Here they must obey the natural law
The mountains are bleeding fire, the land bears scars everywhere
Yet the beauty arises, tracing its path in the furiousness
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
I'm starting to think that we're not here by chance
They are only here as guests, subject to a ruthless order
Enchanting landscapes recall the insignificance of man
Its weakness seems more overwhelming than ever
Yet they know there's no turning back
Passion will burn til the earth's final outcry
Thirteen weeks of an even horizon
All but one have lost hope
In his eyes they can still see the fire
After endless days of blindness
As the fog finally lifts
He gathers his men on deck
So all can see the unsettled island
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
The silence translates fear and wonder
No one dares to believe yet, no one can turn his eyes away
This savage paradise, warning or mercy of the gods?
They now can distinguish the glaciers and lifeless plains
Deserts of black sand, deserts of ice
Violent contrasts, improbable harmony
Forbidden territory, enigmatic passions
First steps on the virgin soil, a feeling of trespassing
Here they must obey the natural law
The mountains are bleeding fire, the land bears scars everywhere
Yet the beauty arises, tracing its path in the furiousness
Did we pass the final border of the known world?
I'm starting to think that we're not here by chance
They are only here as guests, subject to a ruthless order
Enchanting landscapes recall the insignificance of man
Its weakness seems more overwhelming than ever
Yet they know there's no turning back
Passion will burn til the earth's final outcry
Writer: François Breulet, Thierry Dossogne
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY