Lyrics The Storm - Atlas Pain

The Storm

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