Over Western Shores

Diamonds fall on the western shore Cut on the virgin sand Sheath and steel and the tiger's whip Gripped in the iron hand Winds will blow As a blinding snow High in the northern mountains But still I come Under shade or sun Rain in the meadow falling Take me away to sweet summer Fields where I ran holding your hand Night will fall over western shores I am called, I will go Warriors sail over western shores A mother laments in the morning Open the book of hours Repeat the text to me Show mе the way to the stars All that has been and will be is rеvealed to me I go to war God and gold to be bought and sold Far in the southern sands I build my home on a burning stone War for a barren land Misery on the raging sea A measure of my devotion Thunder pounds from the heavens down Bare on the open ocean Take me away Sweet summer air You will be there Wind in your hair Night will fall over western shores I am called, I will go Warriors sail over western shores A mother laments in the morning Open the book of hours Repeat the text to me Show me the way to the stars All that has been and will be is revealed to me I go to war And even though I die I will return to you Look to the summer sky I will be there Over western shores Over western shores I will go to war Take me away Sweet summer air You will be there Wind in your hair