Should her eyes be filled with bright and rich gold,
Cold on the outside,
'hot and old
Burning bright in my reflection, she cries
A Fire under such a historic sea
Furious and green

I see that gold
'Burning deep within me
Oh, that green,
Fuelling my desire to dream
So, colour my eyes,
Strike those tears and smite our final breath
For, I will never stop,
Never cease,
I'll pursue every single dream

You can cry all the tears that would have once come to ye
Only to finally be able to breath,

For this,
I will still be me
After all these long stories are complete
I will feel the joyous reunion of reclaiming an ocean,
A king of the sea