| Sonata Arctica – White Pearl, Black Oceans Lyrics | 13 years ago |
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My take on the song, with a little dramatic license to make a cohesive narrative. My thoughts are on the lines prefixed with a ">". I was born and raised by the sea; shy yet proud, learned to stay away from the crowd, in my home, my lighthouse. 101 steps, round and down, New Years Eve, one night on the town can change one life into eternity. >The keeper stands at the top of his lighthouse, the sound of the waves form his thought: >He has lived a solitary, structured and reclusive life. He knows every detail of his >existence down to the letter, never deviating... except for this one night. Last night. >His thoughts flash back to how everything went so wrong. All I could see - her eyes. We got caught in the moment all of the night. Taken beyond all lines, in silence, leaving them all behind. >He decides to venture into town for just one night. Not for long; he's got a lighthouse >to tend, a schedule to keep. But he sees HER and everything else is forgotten. He is >smitten, and she seems to return the feelings. They decide to get away from the hustle >and bustle, somewhere quiet. She had found the sails for the following night. The town, for her, was getting way too small. She promised to be mine forever, for that one night ... >They head to her house outside of town to be alone. She confides in him that she >wants to leave this place, move on to bigger and better things. She's booked passage >on a ship leaving tomorrow night, but tonight... she's his. They both enjoy drinks and >talk into the wee small hours. Moments, passion, small defeats. Concealed emotions found in me. "You gave life to a brand new me ..." >One thing finally leads to another. The keeper is overjoyed; he hadn't known just how >empty his life had been before this night. As night finally gives way to day, he lets >her know just how much it meant to him. Crossing the wintry fields the first hour of morning light. Warmed by the flame inside - the lasting memory of the ending night. >The keeper leaves her house, still tipsy, reflecting warmly on the memories of the >best night of his life. Walking back through the fields towards the town, he is >unaware that someone had seen them leave together, watched as they spent the night >together... and is now approaching from behind. I never had a chance to stop what hit me, what broke my bones and mauled me. After hours of deep unwilling sleep in a cold shelter, fell back in the dark, and the hours of the day passed ... >The assailant viciously beats the keeper, then throws him into a nearby barn, where >he quickly falls unconscious. Dawn. Morning. Afternoon. Evening. All pass. A nightmare awakes me, blinking light, there's no guide - blind ships in the night! Oh, blood red moon, eat away the night ... Darkness covers my lonely soul, no one to feed the dying light ... >Awoken from a fevered dream, he catches a glimpse of a flickering in the distance >through the barn's open doors. The lights from the dock. He realises the time, >immediately thinks of his duty... injured, he begins the slow trek back towards >town, petitioning the moon to do his job for him. Good morn', oh dreadful day. I prayed the moon had lit the sea instead of me, for the sails of night. >It's dawn before he reaches town. An entire day lost. He sees a gathering in the >town square, moves through the crowds to the town hall, enters the building. He >prays again that the moon was light enough for those ships. "Please tell me everything is alright ..." My voice in the room broke the silence, everybody killed me with their eyes ... what I was to hear made the people cry - impossible for me to keep the tears inside. >The crowded room falls silent as he walks in. He looks around, then asks the question. >The glares from the crowd, the red rimmed eyes and bowed heads, tell him the answer >before it's spoken, but the words make it real and he breaks down. "All on the board the White Pearl have died! Coastal reef has tolled their lives, and you are the light of the night!" >One man shouts his accusation at him. The White Pearl has fallen afoul of the rocks. >No survivors. His voice is full of anger and sorrow, but also guilt. The keeper looks >up at him... the man has bruised knuckles and a tattoo that fills the keeper with dread. One thing I remember, before I fell on the ground, although I never saw the face, a name was inked in his arm ... >Thinking back to the night before... he couldn't see his assailant, but he caught a >glimpse of his arms as they pummelled him over and over. The same tattoo. This was >the man who had assaulted him, stopped him from getting back to the lighthouse. Love can be like poetry of demons, or maybe God loves complex irony? The family name stated I had seen before ... written on her front door! >Then it hits him. The tattoo. A surname. The same surname he had seen on the woman's >house that night. "Silence in the courthouse!" A presence in the room we both could feel - the father of her unborn child and me. >Time loses meaning. The same thought haunts him for the next few days, right the way >through his arrest and up to his trial. The man was her husband. More details trickle >in through his fugue; she was pregnant. The two were having problems. She was running >away. The court becomes raucous, but the judge decrees that the keeper is not to blame. >"Innocent". All on the board the White Pearl have died, coastal reef has tolled their lives, while I was the guide light! Back in my tower, run, run, run - light is out. I hope to see black oceans beneath rise and swallow me! >It's evening before the keeper leaves the courthouse. His depressive thoughts are >reaching a peak. He can't stop thinking about how he failed everyone. Breaking >into a pained run, he reaches his lighthouse and runs all the way to the top. One step will take me back inside, another sees my end. No one can love a man who guarded the light one fateful night ... Flaming eyes I must confront before I am stated free. >The flashback ends. The keeper stands on the edge of the lighthouse. >One step either way; one decision. >No-one could ever love him after this. She's gone. She showed him what he was >missing all of those years and now he can never have it. Not with those accusing >looks from everyone. Defining innocence is hell after all that has passed. Building new walls inside my eternal night. Although they took my heart and dried me up, sometimes I still bleed ... >"Innocent". He isn't innocent. He should have stayed inside. He let them all die. >He is to blame. This would never have happened if he'd only done what he always did. >Try as he might, he couldn't return to his reclusive attitude throughout the trial. >The townspeople's words cut him deeper than he thought possible. Show me the way ... The light will show me a way on the grisly reefs, too many dead ends I see. No soul can save me - the respect I lost, the measure of a man. >He looks for a way out. He sees it in the light that shines from behind him. >His lighthouse will help him. It's always helped him, always been there. A shield. >Now, a guide. His only chance. His only redemption... 10,000 steps down, round and round, one night on the town and I'm hell bound. Black oceans beneath, come and swallow me! >There's no way back down those stairs. It's time to go. He jumps. All on board the White Pearl have died, coastal reef come claim my life! Black oceans beneath, come and swallow me! >Falling, the keeper calls out to the ocean below. "Take me!" My little tower, seal my fate, help me pay back - end their hate. Black oceans beneath, come and swallow me! >Still falling, his precious tower rushing past, he petitions both it and the sea to >make everything right. His life for theirs, it's only just. They won't hate him then. >"Take me!" One direction; down, down, down ... pitch black night for my old town, black oceans beneath shall now swallow me. >Falling, the wind blowing through the lighthouse extinguishes the light. >Darkness falls entirely, and the keeper's life ends as he crashes into the rocks >and waves below. "I hereby commit my body to the deep, to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body, when the Sea shall give up Her dead, and the life of the world to come, through our Lord. Amen." |
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