We were young and brave and glorious.
We were sailing wild and heavy seas.
We were proud and true and powerful.
We were riders of the salty breeze.
No any wayfare couldn't be more conquering.
But every wayfare is coming to an end.
Here comes the fire.
Time to say goodbye.
Under a coal-black sun.
Here comes the fire.
Burning in my eyes.
Under a coal-black sun.
We got hooked and stabbed and guillotined.
Surrounded up on beacon hill.
We got whipped, entombed and agonized.
But they never got to break our will.
No any wayfare couldn't be more conquering.
But every wayfare is coming to an end.
Far from here in another world.
In another unknown land beyond the sea.
Far from here.
We will meet again.