Atlas Pain - The Storm

Set sail!

The seas in nineteenth century
Made by tales and fears
From the Caribbean myths,
Hey!

Charlotte Amalie in the land of sun
Bloody end tonight
Hoping no demise

Turn the key
Looking for the truth
But this is what you did
Seven soulless girls,
So!

Scream and pray
For this tragedy
The stake is there for you
And brings eternity

We are the freedom itself
We look for glory and for gold
The law is made by the blades
No pity and no more remorse
Our bursting shouts in the sky
Hey!
No one survives to the storm

A dream, a vision from the shores
Through the haven sight
Ethereal white and black beast

The elder servant
Speaking about the glory
Covered by the sands
Buried under time

Feel the spirit
Speaking through the air
Calling humaneness
Pleading for your help

"Here, my son
Treasures for the past
This is what you long
For your serenity"

We are the freedom itself
We look for glory and for gold
The law is made by the blades
No pity and no more remorse
Our bursting shouts in the sky
Hey!
No one survives to the storm

The sky, the air
Filled by songs and yarns
Living memories against forgotten times

Speak the word
Of all the ruined script
Heard by starving man
On the wet old deck

Look the stars,
Magic spots of light
Singing of destiny
With silent whispers of time

But the slide
Of our tiny beings
Runs with spurts of water
On the wooden ship

We are the freedom itself
We look for glory and for gold
The law is made by the blades
No pity and no more remorse
Our bursting shouts in the sky
Hey!
No one survives to the storm

We are the freedom itself
We look for glory and for gold
The law is made by the blades
No pity and no more remorse
Our bursting shouts in the sky
Hey!
No one survives to the storm