Miracle of Sound - His fathers son

A ^Amnoble sailed across the sea To search a distant ^Gland A ^Amnew frontier before him To pro^Cvide an ^Gupper ^Amhand

Lay behind a graceful ^Gguise A ^Amson was born, begotten, shorn Be^Ctrayed to ^Gnoble ^Amlies

I ^Dmtake to the ^Amwater To ^Cglide upon the ^Ggales The ^Dmwinds that my ^Amfather rode Will ^Cnever fill my ^Gsails

The ^Dmsailors on the salty sea My ^Ambrothers I will lead Our ^Ccannons fast they burn and blast Our ^Gblood is of the Creed A ^Dmfather lost to hunger The temp^Amtation of control No ^Csentiment you represent Can ^Gtame my savage soul

I ^Dmtake to the ^Amwater To ^Cglide upon the ^Ggales The ^Dmwinds that my ^Amfather rode Will ^Cnever fill my ^Gsails

You're going to ^Amwar^{Am Am G} You're going to ^Amwar^{Am C G Am} You're going to ^Amwar^{Am Am G} You're going to ^Amwar^{Am C G Am}

^AmMusket guns and ^Gsilver slivers ^CJustice runs in ^Ecrimson rivers ^AmWords of ancient ^Gtruth we follow ^CBleed these veins in^Eto tomorrow

I ^Dmtake to the ^Amwater To ^Cglide upon the ^Ggales The ^Dmwinds that my ^Amfather rode Will ^Cnever fill my ^Gsails

The ^Dmsailors on the salty sea (I take to the water) My ^Ambrothers I will lead Our ^Ccannons fast they burn and blast (To glide upon the gales) Our ^Gblood is of the Creed A ^Dmfather lost to hunger (The winds that my father rode) The temp^Amtation of control No ^Csentiment you represent (Will never fill my sails) Can ^Gtame my savage soul