Storms arise
With giant waves of death
When a lightning will strike the earth
Peaceful vales quake and burst in flames
Hear the sound of hidden stories
Which were whispered in the wind
Walls of stone crush into the depth of the sea
Never forget the pact between life and death
Howling wind spreads the seed of heavy rains
Summon ancient ghosts of the sparkling flame
In the rhythm of tides time remains
Wilderness is calling
Spirits of the oldest realm
Come alive and bring the fate of our soil
Fate of our soil
Power of the Sun
Dry out the deepest lakes
Force every spark of life into dust
Where the future lies ahead
Rain will collect your stream
All dust turns into bloom
The night awakes a shadow of silence
Come and take a breath in the morning dawn
Coldness of water, warmth of the Sun
Cover the sorrow with your protecting hand
Create new life where death leads your land
Come alive daughter of dawn
Howling wind spreads the seed of heavy rains
Summon ancient ghosts of the sparkling flames
In the rhythm of tides time remains
Nature’s rage is calling
Nature’s wrath is cold
Frost takes every life in chains
It’s the balance of spring and fall
That creates fortune or distress
When the night comes up and the shadows spread again
Souls of the green slowly fade into a grey
Till the dawn arises and the time stands still
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