Aboard the Dire Never appealed Never detained Smoking sails are crying Harvester of bold Gatherer of souls Horizon lines make up its hull Slicing sands of time The wind is longing The grimmest caravel To search for glory Bloody shoreline Haunted season Seven Sins on deck Moon is howling Vengeance eyes are smiling He spotted truth across the sand To heed the calling To raise the fallen Full speed ahead Let us make regret Walk off the board and... Fly! Freedom! The point is near... Freedom! The shot is clear... Freedom! Will find rest! Approaching target Will find rest! Contact in Will find rest! Before my path!