His Father's Son - Miracle Of Sound

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…

You’re going to war…

You’re going to war…

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

The sailors on the salty sea (I take to the water)

My brothers I will lead

Our cannons fast they burn and blast (To glide upon the gales)

Our blood is of the Creed

A father lost to hunger (The winds that my father rode)

The temptation of control

No sentiment you represent (Will never fill my sails)

Can tame my savage soul