Oh how the ground beneath my feet quakes. Cry aloud to sun, arms outstretched. Waves breaking on tired cliffs. The radiant glow of the sun blotted by clouds.
Oh, hear me cry aloud. Call forth the storm. Bring forth the maelstrom. Take me home. Steal me away and tear me asunder.
The lineament of her face, so natural, As the air I breathe. Her luminous glow ever bright within my heart. Oh how I yearn for her light.
Oh, hear me cry aloud. Call forth the storm. Bring forth the maelstrom. Take me home. Steal me away and tear me asunder.
Hear me now, keepers and guardians. I will come for thee. For wrongs must be made right. What fear do you hold to exile?
The ground begins to heave as if to cast me out. Hope and wander now lost to the tide. Forsaken am I. In my journey shall i die? All hope and wander are lost to the tide.
Oh how I beg for the escape, I cry aloud. The ancients of aeons ago. Bring me home. Deliver me unto her grace.
Cloud breaks over the horizon, marring its beauty. Darkening all around, extinguishing the rays of the sun. Waters below growing dark with rage . Take me in!
Oh, hear me cry aloud. Call forth the storm. Bring forth the maelstrom. Take me home. Steal me away and tear me asunder.
A violent rage opens below. Calling me forth. I can hear her voice call to me. Come with me, oh gentle wind.
Hear me now, keepers and guardians. I will come for thee. For wrongs must be made right. What fear do you hold to exile?
Oh! How I feel the wind passing through me. The biting cold that rips and tears at my seams. Alas the storm! Alas the storm!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
