A storm is loosed upon the sea
Whose eye is stained with tears
A wretch hell-bound and bent on blood
The makings of the fearful's fears
The tide it stole away her grace
The depths, they wouldn't claim her
A toil begat by father's blood
This path was laid before her
Wait untill my seeds take root
This land is mine
No place is safe while I'm free
A wretch hell-bound and bent on blood
Whose eye is stained with tears
Our seasons are reversed: my spring, your fall
No place is safe while I'm free
Just a harmless flower
This land is mine