IRON MAIDEN - The Talisman lyrics

rate me

When I stand and look

About the port

And contemplate my life, will I

Ever see my countrymen again?

As the captain calls us on the deck

I take my things and walk

To the harbourside, I glance back

One last time.

Fleeing our nation, our problems

We leave behind.

Ships by the tenfold sail

Out on the tide.

We are pleased to be out and

Embracing the open sea.

Free from our troubles

And more free from thee.

Inheritors unfulfilled reason

Behind us.

We flee from what is not what

Is will be.

We flee the earth and face our

Harsh reality.

Will death be low mist that

Hangs on the sea?

We run from the evil tongues, rash

Judgements, selfish men

Never to be seen on these

Shores again.

As we sail into oceansize

And lose sight of all land

A face of contentment

Around in the air.

We're off now to

Seek all our fortunes.

To the land of our dreams.

Riding the waves and the storm

Is upon us.

The winds lash the sails but

The ropes keep them tight.

Off in the distance a dark cloud

Approaching.

None could imagine what there

Was to come.

No, there's no one going back.

No, there's not a second chance.

As we strap onto the side

We pray to God that we don't die.

As we ride the rough seas,

As we soak from the ocean waves,

I just hope for all our lives

And pray that I survive.

Four ships are lost in the

Stormy conditions.

The spirits of the sunken crews,

Their phantoms follow us.

Spirits, sails, they drive us on

Through the all consuming waves.

Cold mortality, no weapon

Against these ever raging seas.

Four leagues and ten and we

Hit storms again.

We just can't get away from

The eye of the storm.

The birds outsoar the raging storm

But we cannot escape it.

Abandoned earth that we

Now crave

Is many leagues from safe.

Holding on for our dear lives

And we're praying once again.

Rotten luck or just jonahed?

The talisman is in my hand.

Limbds fatigues, trembling with cold.

Blinded from the sea spray salt.

Clasping anything we can hold.

Heave's rain upon us falls.

Twenty days without a meal

And ten without fresh water still.

Those that didn't die in storms

The scurvy rest did slaughter.

Westwards the tide.

Westwards we sail on.

Westwards the tide.

Sail by the talisman.

We approach the other side

Of the ocean with the tide

In our favour just for once.

Welcome greeting, our new land.

The elation in our hearts,

The excitement in our veins

As we sail towards the coastline

Of our golden promised land.

Weary limbs fatigued away.

I have no life left in me.

No more strength and nothing

Left to give.

Must find the will to live.

Never thought that we could

Make it.

Truly sight of shores divine.

The sickness I am dying from.

Never wanted it to end this way.

Westwards the tide.

Westwards we sail on.

Westwards the tide.

Sail by the talisman.