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
(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...
The Castaway!
Writer(s): Bucci Francesco
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