There's still a mystery about my history
So I will find my destiny by having a journey
I will bring some brandy and a bread with butter
Together with armor and a well-sharpened dagger
Upon the sea I cross and the mountains I climb
In all the threats of different breeds of mankind
I will struggle with the midst of its horror
And the curse they cast which I tend to ignore
Like a city suffered from an invisible plague
They discriminate the travelers with a silver plate
So I hide from the place they used to abandon
Until the opportunity to leave would might come
Cultures in diversity come and go
Get used to it because you're the one they didn't know
An outcast from another island, another face
Like an enemy switched from another place
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
There's still a mystery about my history
So I will find my destiny by having a journey
I will bring some brandy and a bread with butter
Together with armor and a well-sharpened dagger
Upon the sea I cross and the mountains I climb
In all the threats of different breeds of mankind
I will struggle with the midst of its horror
And the curse they cast which I tend to ignore
Like a city suffered from an invisible plague
They discriminate the travelers with a silver plate
So I hide from the place they used to abandon
Until the opportunity to leave would might come
Cultures in diversity come and go
Get used to it because you're the one they didn't know
An outcast from another island, another face
Like an enemy switched from another place
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