On the Ocean's Command

We sail! Mother Ocean, come command us!
We all hail your golden horizon
from tides and storms you shall defend us.
Oh Mother Ocean, carry me on thy waves away, I ask.
Stand by me on my journey; let me drink from thy breast
and revive my reverie, my reverie.
We sail! Mother Ocean, come command us!
We all hail your golden horizon
from tides and storms you shall defend us.
We sail! Mother Ocean, come command us!
We all hail your golden horizon
from tides and storms you shall defend us.
Lead us through all your wiles,
lead us from my father’s ire.
Lead us from the echoes of my brother’s cries.
Oh guide me to where his wrath can’t touch me!
Oh shores of Colchis, farewell to thee.
I divest myself of our tragedy.
If there ever comes a time for regret
then I’ll mourn his death.
But though his blood is on my hand,
I have not felt remorse or grief yet.
I fly with the wind, away on her breath.
A new dawn, a new day, a story renewed.
Lead the way to a new world today!
For on a new horizon I’m free of my sins.
We sail! Mother Ocean, come command us!
We all hail your golden horizon
from tides and storms you shall defend us.
We sail! Mother Ocean, come command us!
We all hail your golden horizon
from tides and storms you shall defend us.
Who I have been shall be no more.
May all I leave behind be dead to the world.