Visions prelude
Angra
Cold wind, sad moonrise
Dark clouds in the sky
Storm ends the mouring time
Howling in the night
Dark clouds in the sky
Storm ends the mouring time
Howling in the night
A vision of the land
After the horrid end, then
We build again from the start
Holy lenient heart
A treasure of the land
Torments have brought the end
We build again from the start
Holy lenient heart
A vision comes from the sea
Oceans bring to me
I reach the sand with a kiss
Treasures bristling from a bliss
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