Cold wind, sad moonrise 
Dark clouds in the sky 
Storm ends the mouring time 
Howling in the night 

Vision of the land 
After the horid end 
We build again from the start 
Holy lenient heart 

treasure of the land 
Torments have brought the end 
We build again from the start 
Holy lenient heart 

 [bad word] from the sea 
Oceans bring to me 
I reach the sand with a kiss 
Treasures bristling from a bliss