I drown in the waters of my sleep
And in those depths pray my soul to keep

When the darkness of evil establishes itself
In minds recesses, detrimental to my mental health

I survey the tides, in harmony with the moon
A source of optimism, like a lucky rune

The moon a defaced pearl, a darling girl
The ace to sunshines king, her mysterious beauty unfurl

To thee I’d sing and harp upon on ancient lyres
Stoke the blaze of ancestral fires