STROFA||Carved in a stone|I found the ancient rhymes|Signed with blood|and remained in time|Tales of a brave man who saved my life|and his endless fight||He was left alone|the day that he died|his body was lost|the last battle's night|but down in the abyss of an ocean of light|his spirit survived||One day I saw his image on the water|He crossed the golden shore and came to me|He put his silver sword on my shoulder|And I knew my destiny||RITORNELLO||The master of the bright sea|Showed me in the sand|The last moment before his end|Then talked to me of his will|He chose me to be|The only heir to his steel||STROFA||Deep in the blue|Under a liquid sky|A ray of the moon|was turned to ice|and I walked on that road leaving my fears behind|I followed his sign||In the streams of the north|Sirens cried loud my name|The vision I saw|disappeared in the haze|but I could not forget that man on the waves|and the power of his blade||