Restoration Songtext
I recall a time of my days on the rich fields of the Firmlands
Intoxicated by the sway of the fengrass trees
I have never seen a season like this one
A season so consumed with weakness
I think that the energy
which is to revive the Earth in eight moons hence has sailed into the horizon and melted into the Sun
Ravaged oceans of limitless compass now seem to radiate a rich blue-green
Unless my eyes deceive me, I see her returning
Fortitude is the wind in her sails
high for all mankind to see