Oceana - The 3rd and the Mortal

Oceana carry with her

All the lost dreams

As a treasure

Hidden underneath her wings

I went away

To the outer hills

Where no trees can grow

And no man live

With my head held high

I asked the northwind

Will you please

Take me with you

And the wind lifted me up

Like a bird whose wings were spread

Merely to put me down

I went to the moon

When she was shining as bright

As i have ever seen her

May i borrow some of the light

That you possess

But the moonbeam

Could not reach deep enough

Then i saw her face

As the waves went away

She told me

She had been waiting

Cold winter nights

I walk upon the frozen earth

The moon lights my way

The northwind embraces me

Tells me to go on