Paroles de la chanson Scrimshaw par
I've heard them say it's an omen
Of terrible things yet to pass
Some have said it's a warning
For the sins to which we still grasp
Some say it's a sign of great power
To ward off the monsters that lurk
Some say the've been hearing the voices
Of the sailors who drowned in the dark
Scrimshaw, when the clock has stopped at last
Scrimshaw, for the sailors of the past
Scrimshaw, and there's nothing left but bones
Scrimshaw, carve your own
Oh, Captain Ahab, what do you seek?
Revenge of great meaning, or death on the sea?
Of terrible things yet to pass
Some have said it's a warning
For the sins to which we still grasp
Some say it's a sign of great power
To ward off the monsters that lurk
Some say the've been hearing the voices
Of the sailors who drowned in the dark
Scrimshaw, when the clock has stopped at last
Scrimshaw, for the sailors of the past
Scrimshaw, and there's nothing left but bones
Scrimshaw, carve your own
Oh, Captain Ahab, what do you seek?
Revenge of great meaning, or death on the sea?
Oh, Captain Ahab, what did you find?
The curse of ambition will be your demise
Ah
I've read tales of heroes and villains
Consumed by your terrible maw
There are signs of your coming and passing
From the depths of the sea to the stars
Scrimshaw, when the clock has stopped at last
Scrimshaw, for the sailors of the past
Scrimshaw, and there's nothing left but bones
Scrimshaw, carve your own
Stories in ink and in bone
A portent of the unknown
The world is wide and long my friends
And the freedom is yours to roam
And the freedom is yours to roam
The curse of ambition will be your demise
Ah
I've read tales of heroes and villains
Consumed by your terrible maw
There are signs of your coming and passing
From the depths of the sea to the stars
Scrimshaw, when the clock has stopped at last
Scrimshaw, for the sailors of the past
Scrimshaw, and there's nothing left but bones
Scrimshaw, carve your own
Stories in ink and in bone
A portent of the unknown
The world is wide and long my friends
And the freedom is yours to roam
And the freedom is yours to roam
Scrimshaw, when the clock has stopped at last
Scrimshaw, for the sailors of the past
Scrimshaw, and there's nothing left but bones
Scrimshaw, carve your own
Scrimshaw, when the clock has stopped at last
Scrimshaw, for the sailors of the past
Scrimshaw, and there's nothing left but bones
Scrimshaw, carve your own