Cold wind sad moonrise. Dark clouds in the sky. Storm ends the mourning time. Howling in the night. Vision of the land. After the horrid 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. Vision of the land. After the horrid 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