A wind interfere,
whipping on her surface
They flying back to the cliffs
becouse the birds know.
the wind howl
like a wolf under silver moon
Tath´s her signal,
the signal to go to war
Merciless she wells upp
The calm is blown away
and left is her ancient rage
Sail home, she spares no life
every boat is a victim
You have no power
in her world you obey
the force of her anger hits the cliffs
washes of all in her way
Run, to fight is hopeless
The rage sinking
and just as fast it arrived
its gone
A power neither evil or god
A spirit wild and fre
Beutyfull but unpredictable
she´s eternal
The goddess of the sea
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