Paroles de 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 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