Gazing out toward the black sea
Bestowing my torch, lighting the pathways
I am the keeper guarding North Point
Charged to this tower, sworn to the dark nights
While my beam cuts the horizon
Secrets do lurk behind the gray mist
From the vapors emerges a white ship
Beckoning to me, its charioteer calls:
Follow me to the waves,
Sail to your dreams of unknown, nameless shores
Grasp onto the helm
Steer for the lost, forgotten lands of old
The White Ship rides forever to distant tides
The White Ship rides, following its feathered guide
Borne upon the billowing waves and wind
We sail onto glorious lands of gods
Sona-Nyl and Thalarion
Yet my heart lies in Cathuria
Against his will, the captain agrees to leave
For miles and miles following wings above
Never finding the land of Cathuria
I’ve forsaken all that is now lost
Dragged forward, we yield
Unto the dark, abysmal door ahead
Deep into the void
Whirling our ship into the mouth of Hell
The White Ship rides forever to distant tides
The White Ship rides, following its feathered guide
The White Ship rides forever to distant tides
The White Ship rides, following its feathered guide