Interpret:

Savatage

Album:

The Wake Of Magellan

As he stood upon the watch deck
Looking out onto the sea
It would offer no solutions
Only silent company


So he took hold of the reasons
As he tried to understand
But they offered just confusion


As they bled into his hands


Dear god


Couldn't you decide
What should happen to a man's assassins


Dear god


Is it suicide
I have never been a man of passions


I believe what the prophets said


That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper


And I hear


There are wounds that bleed inside us
There are wounds we never see
They are part of our refinements
That allow a man to be


There are wounds that bleed in silence
With aristocratic grace
There are tears we keep beside them
Never seen upon a face


Dear god


Do you think it's wise
To remember everything that & #146; s ever happened


Dear god


Could we compromise
Or must the shadows of this night be everlasting


I believe what the prophets said


That the oceans hold their dead
As I contemplate this stand
What I do


Is who I am


I believe what the prophets said


That the oceans hold their dead
But at night when the waves are near
They whisper


And I hear


Don't see the storms are forming
Don't see or heed the warning


Don't hear the sound of tyrants
Surrounded by the silence


Columbus and Magellan and de gama
Sailed upon the ocean
In a world of ignorance
With thoughts so primitive
That men were killed


With no more will
Than that they simply had the notion
But in this world of heartless men
This thing they never did


Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it
Don't hear it


Got to keep it underground




If they find it kill it blind it
If they find it kill it blind it


They whisper and I hear