Dennis DeYoung - The Isle Of Misanthrope

Long ago in ancient times
We learned of life from minstrels rhymes
They told us tales of gods and kings
And to be beware when sirens sing

But when we heard the clarion call
The people laughed and built a wall
We joyfully rehearsed the tune
Like howling wolves at devils moon

We've all been taught our lines
So righteous with our holy signs
We were deaf to the lies
We were blind and unkind and unwise

And will we ever learn
All empires built will someday burn
When they've lost all concern
And they fail just to listen and learn

No more life
No more air
Like a ship of fools adrift on le mal de mare
No more joy
No more hope
Still we search for signs of truth as we learn to cope

Lord from the Isle of Misanthrope

And will we ever learn
All empires built will some day burn
When they've lost all concern
And they fail just to listen and learn

No more light
No more air
Like a ship of fools adrift sur le mal de mare
No more life
No more air
Like a ship of fools adrift on le mal de mare
Still we search for signs of truth as we learn to cope

Lord from the Isle of the Misanthrope

And when we crossed the bridge of sighs
We bowed and said our last goodbyes
Then set a course for better days
Then once again we sailed away...