I've travelled through the starlit night,
walked on lonely, rainy shores
and fought the seas with heavy oars
lonely with no land in sight.

Mighty waves have led my way,
the raging wind has been my ship
and in her firm and steady grip
I'm never lost, nor led astray.

Blackened skies and heavy rain;
on the abyss of death I roam.
I have no house, I have no home,
nothing to lose, but all to gain.

I've drunk and slept in countless bars,
sought the warmth in flesh amidst.
I've gambled, played and strolled the mist
beneath the distant, shiny stars.

A sparkling light is drawing me,
towards a longing, troubled place,
reminded by that dreaming gaze
that all of Man are drawn to sea.

I've tried to stay, and trust me well
that all these words I tell are true,
but in the end I'm bored as hell
and I set out to ride it through

and find myself on stormy seas,
again to gaze at distant lands,
strengthened by the Northern breeze;
a Traveller who takes his stand!