I thought we could rest for a while in this vibrant landscapeJust sleep a day or two, and fill the boat with fish and grapesI couldn't help but marvel at the intricate designOf this perfect symmetric mountain reaching for the skyBut after only one night on the Atlasov IslandThe mountain shows its true colorsThis is no save havenThe volcano's erupting, molten rocks shoot through the airDon't know our destination but we must get out of here!We're on the run!Back to the stormy seasWe either stay and burn to death, or we sail and freeze!We're on the run!So far from homeIf we die today, I pray our spirit will live on!Ice floes quickly turned into a massive field of iceWanted to see the world and now we have to pay the priceThe octopuses in these waters swallow huge sharks wholeI'm not ready to die just yet... I must regain control!Another ice-cold nightfall in my old brigantineI'd give all memories years have piled to feel the suns warm gleamSoon this tiny wooden boat will be filled bot the brimWith coral, kelp, water and ice... and one too numb to swim!We're on the run!Back to the stormy seasWe either stay and burn to death, or we sail and freeze!We're on the run!So far from homeIf we die today, I pray our spirit will live on!I hear a roaring waterfall, and feel a surge of strengthI open up my eyes and see a city at arm's lengthBuildings ten time taller that the mighty Norway spruceHuge blinking billboards advertising silver Velcro shoesA garden square with majestic temples and tiny treesA wise old man eating raw fish, drinking the strangest teasI step out of my boat and stagger towards this manHe's offering to share...I think what is this strange new land?
