| Blood of Christ |
| Here one can hear the call of the sea While a deadwhite moonlight Is creating the ultimate unlight Or at night, or at night... O sad and beautiful night Full of melancholy When the silent dark waters Are inviting the lonely souls Of mounting lost ones... like me Of mounting lost ones... like me Here once I could hear the bell toll Here once I led a life My home was build... before the cruel Water came May be the death fish washed on the shore With their cold eyes have catched a Glimp - a glimp.. Of my forever lost village Do I hear my ancestors call: Oh beautiful and cruel lost, Forever lost - dark medieval times Drowned land of saeftinge - Drowned land of saeftinge Here once I could hear the bell toll, Here once I Had a life, my home was build... Here one can hear the call of the sea Oh my drowned land Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge... Saeftinge - saeftinge - saeftinge Forever lost, forever lost... |