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Ninety days we drift and wander
Navigating the high seas, the helm now feels like lead
Lost in my thoughts
Black horizons, distant thunder
The feint-hearted are long gone
It feels like I'm alone
In my silence
Searching, steering and dreaming
The fabled towers of Gold
Searching, dreaming and screaming
Oh, the voices
Black clouds gather in the distance
The Eastern wind begins to howl
I feel the Towers call
Crack of thunder
Distant storm is drawing closer
Eastern howling wind and rain
We feel no fеar no pain
Greatness waits
On black waves wе ride
Prow to stern, the ship now sways
Head straight for the eye
Don’t abandon hope
Don’t lose faith, be brave
Or this sea will be our grave
On black waves we ride
Prow to stern, the ship now sways
Head straight for the eye
Don’t abandon hope
Don’t lose faith, be brave
Or this sea will be our grave