Miracle Of Sound - His Father's Son

A noble sailed across the sea To search a distant land A new frontier before him To provide an upperhand Mysterious agendas Lay behind a graceful guise A son was born, begotten, shorn Betrayed to noble lies I take to the water To glide upon the gales The winds that my father rode Will never fill my sails The sailors on the salty sea My brothers I will lead Our cannons fast they burn and blast Our blood is of the Creed A father lost to hunger The temptation of control No sentiment you represent Can tame my savage soul I take to the water To glide upon the gales The winds that my father rode Will never fill my sails You’re going to war… Musket guns and silver slivers Justice runs in crimson rivers Words of ancient truth we follow Bleed these veins into tomorrow I take to the water To glide upon the gales The winds that my father rode Will never fill my sails