Cruel Storm - Espers

Oh, cruel storm

Cruel sailor, cruel land

They take what they’d sooner sell

To some foreign land

From my highest tower

I see just how he stands and sways

Whispered my lie

There is a happy land

For the weary maid

Oh, splendid lady

Steals time with your heels

I watched your eyes fill with delight

As your hounds take the wild fox down

You’re wicked, ugly

Wines placed at your side

The black thorns might be smarter

But then they might be free

Light darkness once more

Light my sailor’s home again

With a vaguely crueler kind

As light bleeds from the sky

I watch our heart die

Cold moonbeams lived my time

Pass, true loves, by once more

And it will be splendid