| «The sea is everything |
| My voyage was grueling |
| But life-giving |
| An odyssey through the wilderness |
| Yet, I was never lonely |
| And I knew |
| The cycle would be soon completed |
| First day try-out of The Odysseus" |
| Back in those days, before extinction |
| When the world was not yet home |
| Terrified by the reign of your fake pleasures |
| There was a man who felt he could explode |
| Eaten alive by fierce, blood-green-eyed chimera |
| Otis Barton fed himself to the ocean |
| Through exploring this endless universe |
| Lost, he found his way |
| Another plain to wage his war |
| To survive in this abysmal realm and sink |
| Where your own faith won’t blaze |
| From the coast |
| The horizon just seems to be a ghostly flag |
| Of bygone times |
| A vile and vicious lie |
| The nature of self, brothers let’s discuss ! |
| Ancient question wail, conjure up disorder |
| Sorrow, revenge, was all he thought about |
| Locked up in a memory that punched him cold and numb |
| Through exploring this endless universe |
| Lost, he found his way |
| Another silent plain |
| The hefty crown of remembrance had made him its helpless slave |
| Experience prevailed |
| Experience prevailed smothering the present |
| Ceaselessly mourning for his unborn future |