Limited Knowledge, Limited People

The hate for my knowledge is anew.
It dont matter to me when I know
The whole world is at my feet
When I am standing on this wooden boat.

They can make me feel stupid at every instant moment.
They can jeer until they are permently quiet.
It won't leave any bruise on my leather
My will for no limits with only grow bigger.

At the end of this journey they will comprehend
That we won't die at the edge of the world.
God of Gravity will protect us from the great dive,
And will turn us upside down to see undiscover people.

The limits of their knowledge will evaporate.
I will hold the reponsiblity for the excuse
They will glory in the guilt of their opinion
That we were limited by the deep blue ocean.