Maigan

Hear the wind calling our name,
hear it's long and longsome call.
Feel it in the air, see the light over the horizon
grasp the grass under your feet and dug into the land.

Seashore of eternity, dismal light of hope
beacon to the lost ones of the seas unknown
ghosts of the forgotten ones, sounds of the islander
sails are set, for journey, to the locker underneath

Set you sails, feel the wind, journey up ahead,
to the shore, where up is down when the sun is dead
flash of green, once ev'ry hundred year, calling for the lost ones
from world's end, from the locker, guarded by the one
who sold his heart to the ocean