Songtext von Departure

Salt smoke from a beach fire And shadows under the pines Solid, clean...fixed Seagulls perched at the tip of land The needle at the neck The high-handed enemy White upon green And wind comes through the pines To sway the shadows The seagulls spread their wings The power of the voice A test of humanity Death so swift, like the axe's fall Avoid the animal instincts Repeat the old litany Only the pure is to remain Oh young boy, awake Let this ordeal pass Heading for new horizons Taste the new experience Doubts and questions, for time to reply The myths of birth, denied by control Possibilities, discussions The obvious, the destiny Oh young boy, awake Let this ordeal pass Heading for new horizons Taste the new experience And hear the wind Blowing across the beach See that the fire Has scorched the seaweed