I hold in my shoulders the burdens of creation
The road to our salvation is written on the chart
Tattooed on my skin, from my toes to my chin
My body is the key to the lock inside the sea
Where is the ocean of the Ninth Heaven?
My kingdom comes and there’s no treasure
Equally, there’s no way to measure
In vain cartography
Amphitrite
Guide me
I’m crying for salvation
I hold in my shoulders the anguish of the world’s end
A crusade to the waterfalls at the edge of the land
I’ll travel the world
Art’s the guide to my soul
I was marked, but then, redeemed
Like a pirate in the sea
To sail is a need and I don’t need to live
My pillow is the ship I use to cross the seven seas
An adventurous threading
By seafaring I exist
She made me watch over the cradle of creation
Amphitrite
Guide me
I’m crying for salvation
Amphitrite, guide me, I’m crying for salvation
She made me watch over the cradle of creation
Between Sea-Gods and men there’s no communication
Ocean: My bride, my mistress, joy and desolation
