Verse 1:
Chained to Plato’s Cavern, Chained to shadows of tradition
And Black silhouettes that line the ceiling of the ocean,
more souls are sinking every year, oh something must be wrong up there
Do or die, it’s time we find, the truth or lies, behind the man myth legend
Verse 2:
Grab your shield and trident, get your sea horse armed for war.
Let your fins all fly, and ride with the nautical sea lords
They say these men are more like beasts
Eat you with their war machines
But if there’s any chance of peace we have no choice, leave our world of safety

Chorus:
When I look at Heaven I see silhouettes in black
Tradition tries to demonize what we don’t understand
We need to see them through the love that covers all our skins
Until we’re dining in their homes, these men will be as good as myths and legends
Bridge:
They say the issue’s black and white,
But aren’t we all just different shades of gray
If it makes us black and blue, then we’re going the wrong way.
But we could bring in an age of peace,
Joining both our worlds into one
We could be the heroes that make a new end to the legend