| On our way back from the glory
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| We’re escaping, sleeping roughly
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| Fearful nightmares full of rain
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| Night is freezing, sunk our sail
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| In desolation weak signs of life now
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| Our hope is smiling, joyfully sings
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| In the kingdom of nothing
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| We hold the course of the illusion
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| Through the islands of madness
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| Our darkest phase of confusion
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| Not a dream about your island
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| The ship is drifting, dark and silent
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| Ploughing oceans like a phantom
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| Through unknown ways, vague and stranger
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| In desolation weak signs of life now
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| Our hope is smiling, blissfully singing
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| In the kingdom of nothing
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| We hold the course of the illusion
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| Through the islands of madness
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| We’ve crossed the lines to confusion |