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Hear the call of the black shore

hear! It calls you home...

The call of your blood makes you dream

of ancient fathers' pride...

The waves keep you in cold embrace

the might and the strength of the sea

tremble you down to the ground

awaking your heathen fire...

As clear as the water the fathers drank

a vision strikes your eye

a face of a land so far away

in the realm of the ancient gods...

A burning sun sets the land on fire

you're longing for the home of your blood

you're longing for your homeshores mountainside

mighty forests of darkened dreams...

In the autumnwind a breath of winter

falling leaves in raising storms

frost crawls slowly through the vains of life

arctic streams in cosmic nights...

Cold glare of the stars

lifeless, contrasted shapes

there are no secrets of the moon

just the mirrored picture in the sea...

Hear the call of the black shore

hear! It calls you home

the call of your blood makes you dream

of ancient fathers' pride...