كلمات Visions Prelude

Cold wind, sad moonrise Dark clouds in the sky Storm ends the mouring time Howling in the night A vision of the land After the horrid end, then 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 A vision of the land After the horrid end, then 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 A vision comes from the sea Oceans bring to me I reach the sand with a kiss Treasures bristling from a bliss