The Castaway

The boat lays destroyed on the rocks
 There is no sign of my bride
 The sea now it's peaceful and quiet
 Am I alone on this island?
 Am I alone in this hell?

 As foaming waters are chanting their songs
 Sands are the clothes that I wear
 As waves caress my empire made of wood,
 Salt is the crown on my head

 Emperor among these wastelands,
 The clouds are my roof,
 Time is frozen at my desert court
 Stones are slowly becoming the throne of a god
 On dead leaves I walk like a king

 I am the castaway
 These shores are now my kingdom

 As foaming waters are chanting their songs
 Sands are the clothes that I wear
 As waves caress my empire made of wood,
 Salt is the crown on my head

 Here, lost in sorrow,
 I start questioning 'bout myself
 Am I still the same man
 When morality looses all its chains?

 Isn't ethics just a cape that we wear
 To hide the beast that we are?
 Loneliness is like a mirror to us,
 It reveals nature of all mankind

 I cannot remember my real name,
 The past fades away,
 And sometimes I stare at the far skyline
 Of water and fire, but I don't know why
 It's too late, I've found the real me
 The castaway