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From the coast of paradise

Across the seven seas

TO the deep waters of Lythica

The voyagers travel on



Seeking another more perfect union

With man and mammal, sea to the sky

Taking with them a lust for gold

And an appetite for wine and mead



Sailing onwards to the land of Zanzibar

The waters rising high against the moon

In this crusade they haven't struck land so far

But the gather in reprise for a tune



"Pegasus, my faithful crusader

Who saved us from the Caltic invaders

Bring us to this land

Where every man

Can be enchanted by the beaty

Be enchanted by magical sands"



Hope begins to die, another year goes by

Sailing to the ends of the earth

Starvation sets in, the plague is among us

Salvation is naught to be found



A city on a hilltop through the telescope

With emeralnd deep forest green palm trees

And every mythical creature stands

On the magical sunlit sands

The wanderers arrive

To their newfound paradise



Dance around the bonfire, with song and rum

Take to the streets of gold to find your avenue

And every year that goes by

Another sailer dies in peace

And is buried 'neath the old willow tree