Текст песни White Pearl, Black Oceans, Pt. II - "By the Grace of the Ocean" - Sonata Arctica
Once
I
felt
the
embrace
of
the
sea
Loved
me,
held
me
Once
I
felt
so
despised
by
eternity
Fall
upon
me...
It's
upon
me...
The
waves
are
high
above
me
This'd
be
my
home
Deep
in
the
sea
Oh
pain,
float
like
a
flower
The
darkest
sea
refusing
me...
Music
of
the
seven
gentle
tides
Fade,
in
distance
Darkness
was
a
friend,
leaden
the
candle
light
Slowly
healing
for
a
fortnight
I'm
alive...
Memories;
I
used
to
have
a
home
in
the
light
But
the
meaning's
still
escaping
me
All
the
joy
was
gone
along
the
barque,
with
the
name...
There's
a
face,
my
story
in
the
deep
dark
sea...
Memories,
he
used
to
have
a
home
in
the
light
The
life
he
can't
remember
anymore
Every
night
he
sees
the
white
barque
in
a
dream
Every
night
adds
colours
to
the
memory...
Guiding
star
above
the
shallow
sea
The
grave
of
angels
Beacon
for
the
ones
who
need
to
seize
the
night
For
the
last
time,
all
onboard
the
White
Pearl...
All
onboard
for
the
very
last
time
Close
your
eyes,
oh
calamity
Feel
their
pain
for
the
very
first
time
See
myself
in
a
dream
There
was
a
lady
who
was
saved
from
the
ocean
Without
a
name
to
tell,
afraid
to
stay
She
left,
the
leaves
were
umber
My
only
hope,
she's
the
one
I
have
dreamt
of
Follow
my
feelings,
in
her
wake
I've
become
a
true
blight
I
huddle
in
the
daylight
Banished
by
my
townsmen
With
blood
in
my
hands
Gallop
across
the
moorlands
On
a
branded
steed
I'd
stolen
Building
my
own
gallows
Grave
shallowed
for
a
thief
Across
the
isle
with
the
horse
I
ride
Close
my
eyes,
oh
calamity
Feel
this
pain
for
the
very
first
time
I
see
her
eyes,
like
a
dream
I
found
the
lady
who
was
saved
from
the
ocean
Without
a
name
to
tell,
afraid
to
stay
She
left,
the
leaves
were
umber
I
wonder,
if
she's
the
one
I
had
dreamt
of...
Feelings
get
stronger
in
her
wake
Without
names
to
tell,
afraid
to
stay
We
left,
in
rain
and
thunder
We
ponder,
if
our
dreams
we're
all
handed
Only
by
the
grace
of
the
sea
Memories,
I
used
to
have
a
home
in
The
Light
Now
we
keep
the
far-side
of
the
sea
And
the
joy
we
knew
is
still
alive,
trees
so
green
A
New
Face,
The
Beauty
and
the
brand
new
me...
The
music
of
my
chosen
gentle
tide...
Turned
into
a
story
on
the
other
side
A
lone
note
in
a
lone
vial
"We
are
alive"
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