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      A treasure of the land   Torments have brought the end   We build again from the start   Holy lenient heart      Visions come from the sea   Oceans bring to me   I reach the sand with a kiss   Treasures bristling from a bliss