Wotan - Ithaca lyrics

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ark clouds

At the end of the world

A gathering of shadows

Lost between sky and sea

A life without course

Pushed somewhere

By the wind

The body turns,

Turns to bronze

The heart turns to stone

And the journey seems

Without end

You know

There's a vindictive

And cruel god

Envious father of Cyclops

Along your way,

Your way home

Only a gust of his anger

To shake the seas

To crush the wretched,

Wretched life

Of a little mortal man

So the journey seems

Without end

Sometimes the fear

Slowly slides in your veins

Don't rush

The journey at all

You have to listen

To the sirens song

Before

The last landing place

Lost in the immensity

Of universe

Underneath stranger stars

Maybe flat silence

Maybe roar of thunder

But hold firmly the helm

And dream of home

Beware the gods

Astonished by

Your mortal life

It's challenge to them

Never be afraid

May be flat silence

May be roar of thunder

But the course is written

In the net of fate