Visions Prelude
Angra
Cold wind, sad moonrise
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 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
