From forth the rolling waves of the sea;
from above the froth's light breeze
comes the sound of a Young Maid's plea
heartbreaking enough to bring the strongest to their knees--
The Maid cries out for aid
before Death's visit is paid.
the wind carries Her pleas while tears course down Her face--
She lays bound in the hidden place.
Chained to a table of stone
She lies all alone.
taken from the light
where none may hear Her plight--
this Maiden has been lost
for, at all cost,
Her captors chain Her in this prison.
Bare is Her room,
dark as the night.
Death is Her doom
as She loses the fight.
While Love is searching far and wide
She is fading in the daylight;
Her mind searches far and wide;
Love travels in the daylight.
Hearing Her pleas,
Love follows the breeze;
searching for the hidden room
before it becomes Her tomb.