Part Two: The Carrier Of Sorrow Transforms

The sand was made of mountains

Hvorfor formNrket du mitt mNrke;

Hvorfor Mnrkner det I meg?

As I shalt write

Your name in the sand

My own land

Will fade too late

And where do I then hide

The sand was meant

For nothing

The moonlight meant

For all

But resentful too

Giving my betrayal to you

The sand was made

OF mountains

The clouds belonged

To the sky

And grateful too

Having received wisdom

From you

Drops of rain covered me

And I finally become wet

Tears are dripping from me now

Down to the father of men

And you; my fellow angel;

Can inhale the spirits of no

Age and origin

Again...

And as she felt the rain; she died;

She died again; and she died even once more.

And they shalt be reborn

From where they were forlorn

With the power to destroy

Everything standing in their way