A Modern Sailor's Countless Stories

We, sons of Atlas Left behind the hefty crown of remembrance and sailed Sailed far above a raging swell Mastering the great storm We, sons of Atlas Tore down our walls We wrote the genesis of modern sailors Of modern sailors The transformation of Man Isn't reliant on Time or knowledge Our only concern Is to set all men free We have succeeded in wrestling the hands of the doomsday clock So the horn will never sound Never again We wake up to the song of Mankind Forgive yourself There are no true heroes Life, love and death Play the same game Hear me out My statements (my statements) are a gift (A relief) A mighty legacy, so prized (so prized) So pure (so pure) Rejoice in (rejoice) this cycle in motion "The transformation of Man Isn't reliant on Time or knowledge Life, love and death Play the same game We must rejoice in this cycle in motion"