Words of mine and songs must fail But this oath binds us both Now let us be Like the solitary rose Now have us drown In truth's garment of sound
And how strange to be here Atop your floating bridges Now we shall dive for abalone You carry peaches and sugar Still wrapped in the foliage Of distant shores A seafarer's trade An angry sacrifice made
This flight has now binded What anger blinded There is no rest yet We strip each word bare With the tenderest of care And as your mouth longs for tears My heart still flows toward you Is it our calling To live in peace with virtuous friends Or to sleep inside The cannon's mouth?
I know that words of mine And songs must fail But this oath binds us both For we have a pact of blood With the sun For we have a pact of blood With the sun