Past the Tempest,
See not through;
'morrow defiles your view --
Naught is rage.

See you the pain, the suffering, the rain
What eludes is awake, awakend Land
Land agraze, Land that cleanses -- cleanses the root of pain
Strip thy trees of despise, thy Sycamores of ever growing wants.

Take it away, afar from memory.
Remaining is Love, Unity, Solidarity
'gainst the land, that land which gives you view, view past the Tempest.