Over Western Shores Unto Others

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