Blood boils under azure skies nA man astray, obsessed in his search nExploring vast lands nDeserts of sand and stone nNow heading for the open sea nWhere his dreams are at nAnd his mind is set free nnThe scornful sun burns, tears his skin nThe salt breeze tears his open eyes nAnd the whirling sand will dry his throat nBut the journey must go on nHe found his call, he is now a slave nOn the mission to find his soul nAnd eternity seems ever so deep nAnd with every wish nThe distance seems to grow nnAnd then at least nSomewhere by the horizon line nThe ocean lies mighty, calm and wide nAnd just when all his strength was gone nAnd all his hope was lost nHis will was strong nAnd all that remained but his torn limbs nCovered by dust nnReaching for the distant shore nHe raises to his feet but falls nWhen his feet are sore nA painful effort like a grain of sand nMalicious god gives him hand nA hand that beats him to the ground nAnd the cry for help echoes nWithout a sound nOut of reach are all the visions nAbout his mind set free nThe sun laughs as he kneels nBefore his destiny nnWhen ages of burning energy nFlows through a peerless body nAnd you experience strength nFar beyond what you would never know nIs when you realize that what counts nIn the end is the journey itself nSo with a smile let your struggle in pain nBe crowned by death nnAn eternity in the moment nIs when silence screams with emptiness nAnd when I felt relief nWas when the tide washed away nThe blood of my broken limbsn