So the shadows haunt, bellowing winds from the east roll,
That cease the air and make heavens open their gates hallowed.
Rising sea serpents from the waters below
An old man's tale, one that came to life,
One that death foretold.
The horns sound, waves of danger, fill the seas and rock.
The ******, raging a battle within and out.
May their prayers run a courageous course,
Through the swift winds and upwards, where an entity resides.
Let their voices resound above the trade winds and thunderous storms.
Oh ******, may your prayers see beyond the clouds.
May them, grey clouds clear and the stars come out.
Sing your songs oh ******, to the moon,
This storm will run its course and see its end, soon.