My Man of the Land,
If twas up to me, I'd take your hand,

shed my magic grey cloak,
accept the love of which you spoke,

leave this silent, death-like, water,
return to you and my daughter,

whose young heart is forever aching,
while mine and yours are still a-breaking,

I'd live upon a barren shore,
just to be with you once more

but so decided has the sea,
that we cannot together be,

but feel you in my heart I can,
no matter of my dark lord's plan,

and everytime you sob and cry,
another part of me shall die,

until at last I leave this eath,
to wait for you, for Our Rebirth