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