MARINER'S DREAM
Retomando el discurso de la anterior entrada, en lo referente al poderio actual de la escena griega, y esa aparente ambición de sus bandas de crear su porpia versión, su propia propuesta de estilos, o bandas características, encontramos hoy a "Protean Shiled" otra banda nueva, que en hace muy poquito que editaron su primer LP "Protean Shield" en abril de este 2023, y que vienen a hacer su propuesta en el campo, (sobre todo lírico) de las banda "corsarias", no los compararé con Running Wild, eso es mucho decir, pero si es una propuesta en clave clásica que promete un futuro a la banda y un enorme presente a su escena natal. De este primer LP de título identico al nombre de la banda, dejo hoy en el blog uno de sus temas, "Mariner's Dream", del que dejo un enlace a youtube de su clip oficial.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrd58ZojKkU
Sail the oceans, sing your tales to the stars
Sing of the sons whose mothers abandoned to sea
Sing for my mother, as she waves me goodbye
Her face was broken but then I didn’t know why
Along came the tide, the ship is leaving port
Soon all I knοw, will be so far away
The bearded captain laughed and said
We’re never coming home
Salt and wind corrode my fledgling soul
Day and night, the fore mast I climb up high
No land is emerging to sight
And bad luck is in store down the line
Yet it is, the first time I feel so free
A mystery revealed to me, a mariner’s dream
Dreams are just nightmares with masks
Gathering clouds dipped in black
Crimson and vicious the sky bears the wrath
Of storm’s elemental attack
Shy we fly onwards stay the course and pretend
That this is a hardship we know that we are prepared
The first flash of lighting reflects only fear in our eyes
A jagged maw is gaping spewing the ocean’s tongue
Devours our will
Waves, black rising, ascent into darkness
Maelstrom pits are forming, descent in the sea’s abyss
Silent, this watery grave, is concealing the tears
I cry out of shame
The depths are now my fate
Mother, I won't be coming back
My son drowned in the sea
I feel it inside he won’t come to me
Just as his father lies in the deep
Both on a seabed they sleep
I should drown in the sea
I feel it inside together we’ll be
With husband and son I’ll lie in the deep
To rest with my loved ones in peace
By Nash
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