Miracle of Sound - His Father’s Son Lyrics
A noble sailed across the seaTo search a distant landA new frontier before himTo provide an upperhandMysterious agendasLay behind a graceful guiseA son was born, begotten, shornBetrayed to noble liesI take to the waterTo glide upon the galesThe winds that my father rodeWill never fill my sailsThe sailors on the salty seaMy brothers I will leadOur cannons fast they burn and blastOur blood is of the CreedA father lost to hungerThe temptation of controlNo sentiment you reprisentCan tame my savage soulI take to the waterTo glide upon the galesThe winds that my father rodeWill never fill my sailsYou're going to war...Musket guns and silver sliversJustice runs in crimson riversWords of ancient truth we followBleed these veins into tomorrowI take to the waterTo glide upon the galesThe winds that my father rodeWill never fill my sails