As I live shore to cross the sea
On a ship quite old, I face my dream
I pack with me my heart and soul,
Leave the essence that was before.
To reach the other side, to find my goal
I take what's left of me in the middle of cold.

Out in the distance of the obscure
Throughout the islands of despair
Cross abandoned oceans
Waits the blossom of the rose

The tide roars high, through the skies
The wave soar taking claim of me.
And the seas have calm down,
I find myself alone as the other have gone,
Eaten by the ruthless god of seas,
taken away by the storm and mist.

Out in the distance of the obscure
Throughout the islands of despair
Cross abandoned oceans
Waits the blossom of the rose

Lying on the wreckage of my ship,
The time has passed may the curse be true,
For whom would reach on wreckage,
Cross the ocean on a piece of timber.
I dry out by the blister sun, soaked of sea salt.

I'm not the first, may I be the last
Who wished to cross the oceans,
Seek the legends of the past
To reach the blossom of the rose

I wake up on a gold sand shore,
I may be dead on the ocean floor,
The palms and green are all around
In there she stands tall and proud
The blossoming rose.