Love, in itself, is an angry, cold sea

But forever the great ship shall endure

Stand against the waves when faith is let free

A great warrior with intentions pure

The life beneath stands still and feather-light

Considering the tumult of union

An unexpected, fatal oversight

As they rise, feeling shall be overrun

So it begins, with no end in the near

Oceans rise within their holy power

True love, that shall stand 'till in sight is fear

Calm, sweet silence ends the witching hour

Now a desert of only blue is still

Until the mighty horns again shall trill