Visions Prelude

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