And the wind shall scream my name

Ithaca... is hidden far,
Beyond the horizon eternity awaits.
I feel burning desire,
To go where no man has gone before.
This is... the curse upon me,
A madness whose name is love for knowledge.

"Volta la nostra poppa al mattino
Dei remi facem ali al folle volo"

Raging waters are shaking the ship,
And the sailors are too old.
Wrinkled are the hands holding the oars,
They surrender to punishment divine.

...Sail for one last time...

"Della nova terra un turbo nacque,
E percorse del legno il primo canto.
Tre volte il fe girar con tutte l'acque,
Alla quarta levar la poppa in suso.
E la prora ire in giu, com'altrui piacque,
Infin che l'mar fu sopra noi richiuso" ...And the wind shall scream my name...
Forever in time,
The memories will live on.
...And the wind shall scream my name...

[Solo de Guitarra]

As water steals my words left unspoken,
I see my friends going down.
In the afterlife maybe I will find some new... shores!
Hercules columns,
Their silhouette shall seal my cold grave.
The sea, my only lover,
Will tell the world Ulysses' story.

...Sail for one last time...