In the dark domain of Nightmaria,
Nothing truly is as what it seems...

Day by day the heat persists,
Don't know how I can exist...

The Breath of Spring is over the land,
With myriad seedlings deep in earth...

Many sleepless nights,
Day after day...

The last leaf on the tree,
Is the strongest of them all...

An element of danger not for the meek.
Living for the moment I once did seek...

I journey through a cruel world,
To my home of light and love...

You clarion not friendships broken,
To you ill-will is never spoken...

How many....
ships must sail to war...

Welsh is the language of Heaven,
In which you speak with angels to...

In the fragrant bowl before us,
Five voices whose power combine...

It's the simple things in life,
That make the world go round...