With ruby-coloured pearls,


    the golden shore allures,


    where before I sought the blind horizon,


    seeking, ever-seeking


    the madness of a new war to fight.


    Yet the sun sets on those days,


    The days of anxious desire


    and the sea turns to molten fire,


    as we tread closer


    to the black,


    yearning, ever-yearning


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    Sword buried in the sand,


    armour shed upon the strand


    I wander to the edge of the sea


    and let its brine wash over me.


    There is no more to be found


    beyond this golden shore,


    My journey ends, my soul at peace,


    And here I''ll stay forevermore


    The heart bleeds, the soul weeps,


    I can go no further west,


    and so, at last,


    and so, at last,


    the restless shall find rest.