I have so many anchors.

Far too many to be sailing on these seas.


I have so many anchors bound to my feet.
It feels like I'll forever be bound to the bottom of these seas.

I see the moon up above
I've failed my hope
I've thrown out my love but
I still want to live
I still want to hope
I still want to give
I still want to grow


I think Kythira turned to Hell and the return trip is nothing but Trafalgar.
Pack you bags, we leave at dawn.
If I have something to take with me, it's probably my armour, my helmet and my shield. I built myself a strong carapace and I cannot free myself from it. So I sit alone here, listening to my music, trying to find a way out.