When turbines seal with their grinding wheel
My sojourn far afield...

A heart is halved in tears of joy,
And eyes then break upon your breast...

My ghosts and phantoms, my memories,
They haunt me like my fantasies...

My ghosts and phantoms, my memories,
They haunt me like my fantasies...

Come we upon this dying day
For a friend has gone away...

A heart is halved in tears of joy,
And eyes then break upon your breast...

Pirate of the seven seas,
Come I'll break you to your knees...

When death has stricken all the joy of day
And bled it out in red and golden hue...