When the ocean rise and thunder rolls.
Why should they lay forgotten they who by their hand lead you through the folds.
Now that the loop of time is unwound and you are found standing strong and bold.
Don't stare at them in the eye with scold or hate
For without there salient effort in the molds
You would not have survived all along through the *****.
Keeping the hold is all that is needed
Never letting the old code get sold
Unto the dark void of pride and arrogance.
For the southern wind may bring cold again;
It may bring cold again.