Title: Z.I.T.O.
Subtitle: ?
Artist: Angra
Album: Holy Land & Holy Live
Author: Loureirro, Bittencourt & Matos
Copyright: luizgw@ig.com.br
Tabled by: Yslu W
Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 167 BPM
Tracks: 8
Instruments:
Bars: 229

Lyric

Chosen from the gods I fought many wars.
No hope to get home sailing under the stars.
Nothing but the memory to remember my life.
My heart bleeds without the love of my wife.
Fighting enemies, slaying faces of pain.
Being a figure in this evil game.
Not allowed to feel happy and be nice.
Protecting my gods honor for a cruel price.
 
I'm wandering over the sea
With nothing left of me.
Being alone, my life has gone astray.
I'm missing my home far away.
  
My whole crew has been killed
By the wrath of gods and their will
To destroy the one who mars their skin.
I was a heretic and pay for my sins!
But this punishment drives me crazy.
To reach my family I must not be lazy.
The waters keep raging around my ship
But I won't forget the aim of my trip!
  
I will return
To my love
And my kingdom
In Ithaca!

All the years on my odyssey
You always were in my dreams
And I miss you...oh...I miss you.

Torn between colliding gods
I always stood against the odds
But I miss you...oh...I miss you.

My heart is hurting bad
The lack of love makes me mad
'cause I miss you...oh...I miss you.

I suffer without the taste of your lips
I freeze without the warmth of your kiss
And I miss you...oh...I'm missing you!
 
I can't live
Without your touch
Without your smile
Without your LOVE!

As I continue my way over the stormy sea
To finally find the missing part of me
My mind was broken so many times
When will they stop punishing me for my crimes?
Twenty years have gone since I saw her face.
I wasted much of those at the wrong place.
War's over long ago, but there's no peace.
I had to face my destiny, killing the beasts!

An old man near death missing his home
Am I still alive or...just a ghost?
 
I'm wandering over the sea
With nothing left of me.
Being alone, my life has gone astray.
I'm missing my home far away.

Behind the deep blue sea
The horizon with the stars
My tired eyes could see
The green hills of Ithaca!?