The Sand Was Made Of Mountains - Peccatum

Hvorfor formørket du mitt mørke;

Hvorfor Mørkner det i meg?

As I shalt write

Your name in the sand

My own land

Will fade too late

And where do I then hide

The sand was meant

For nothing

The moonlight meant

For all

But resentful too

Giving my betrayal to you

The sand was made

OF mountains

The clouds belonged

To the sky

And grateful too

Having received wisdom

From you