Opera Obscura

Anchors away
We raise the canvas
Ride the rising wind across the blank space
Brace the sails
Tie down the amin stays
Fix down the hatches while the storms rage about our heads

Would I come crashing down into the storm
Out of a dream to fly the wind god is born

Fire in the hole
Release the captives
Embrace the fury as the torrent screams about us
Across the waves
Across the planet
Across the empt skies our hopes are dashed like antlers

I would come back across seas of the remote
I will come back to you and bind you to your oath