IV. The Nomad Lyrics

by Pict

Sail on broken winds

Floating on calm seas

A compass with no needle

Gaze upon the mountains

No peak to summit

No path to home

Endless destiny

Wandering in circles

The path obscured

Following your heart

To an early grave

A willing victim

Forging your own chains

It's too late

Wasting time

The nightmare grows

Can't awaken

Trapped again

Losing my purpose

Losing my grip on sanity

Lost on a map of my design

Lost my hope

The chains tighten

Endless destiny

Fog hides the path

No escape

A fork in the road

A choice to make

Which way to go?

Pull against the chains

It's not too late

How can a man be free

When he's trapped by his own expectations?

He becomes enslaved to his own chains

He becomes enslaved to his own chains