Over the land and old horizon
stands and stays a heart with brave of lion
she makes foot in cold
through all pain are eyes of gold
There she lay her ship bare
for the one she loves she will share
diamonds and rubies are her loves worth
yet nearly no one sees her pure rebirth
Her tears show oceans and pain for all
she'll be thy peace in thou wishes brawl
her word shant be taken for granted,
for thouself needn't cut the trees planted
Her heart shall feed a dozen and feed lives
if oceans fall she'll deprive
A heart of gold she holds
a heart of glory she is told
Thou shant take her happiness nor soul