Diamonds fall on the western shore
Cut on the virgin sand
Sheath and steel and the tiger's whip
Gripped in the iron hand

Winds will blow
As a blinding snow
High in the northern mountains
But still I come
Under shade or sun
Rain in the meadow falling

Take me away to sweet summer
Fields where I ran holding your hand

Night will fall over western shores
I am called, I will go
Warriors sail over western shores
A mother laments in the morning

Open the book of hours
Repeat the text to me
Show mе the way to the stars
All that has been and will be is rеvealed to me
I go to war
God and gold to be bought and sold
Far in the southern sands
I build my home on a burning stone
War for a barren land

Misery on the raging sea
A measure of my devotion
Thunder pounds from the heavens down
Bare on the open ocean

Take me away
Sweet summer air
You will be there
Wind in your hair

Night will fall over western shores
I am called, I will go
Warriors sail over western shores
A mother laments in the morning

Open the book of hours
Repeat the text to me
Show me the way to the stars
All that has been and will be is revealed to me
I go to war
And even though I die
I will return to you
Look to the summer sky
I will be there
Over western shores
Over western shores
I will go to war

Take me away
Sweet summer air
You will be there
Wind in your hair