The boat lays destroyed on the rocks
There is no sign of my bride
The sea now it's peaceful and quiet
Am I alone on this island?
Am I alone in this hell?
As foaming waters are chanting their songs
Sands are the clothes that I wear
As waves caress my empire made of wood,
Salt is the crown on my head
Emperor among these wastelands,
The clouds are my roof,
Time is frozen at my desert court
Stones are slowly becoming the throne of a god
On dead leaves I walk like a king
I am the castaway
These shores are now my kingdom
As foaming waters are chanting their songs
Sands are the clothes that I wear
As waves caress my empire made of wood,
Salt is the crown on my head
Here, lost in sorrow,
I start questioning 'bout myself
Am I still the same man
When morality looses all its chains?
Isn't ethics just a cape that we wear
To hide the beast that we are?
Loneliness is like a mirror to us,
It reveals nature of all mankind
I cannot remember my real name,
The past fades away,
And sometimes I stare at the far skyline
Of water and fire, but I don't know why
It's too late, I've found the real me
The castaway
