A Modern Sailor's Countless Stories

We, sons of Atlas
Left behind the hefty crown of remembrance and sailed
Sailed far above a raging swell
Mastering the great storm
We, sons of Atlas
Tore down our walls
We wrote the genesis of modern sailors
Of modern sailors
The transformation of Man
Isn’t reliant on Time or knowledge
Our only concern
Is to set all men free
We have succeeded in wrestling
the hands of the doomsday clock
So the horn will never sound
Never again
We wake up to the song of Mankind
Forgive yourself
There are no true heroes
Life, love and death
Play the same game
Hear me out
My statements (my statements) are a gift
(A relief)
A mighty legacy, so prized (so prized)
So pure (so pure)
Rejoice in (rejoice) this cycle in motion
«The transformation of Man
Isn’t reliant on Time or knowledge
Life, love and death
Play the same game
We must rejoice in this cycle in motion»