Beware, Beware, he crieth unto the tide, thine daughter of ocean deep.

    Doth thou forget the ways of prouder men.

    En’mies  from Kalindor shores do creep.

    Beware, Beware, she doth cry unto the dark again.

    Oh, running daughter, do mine eyes deceive me, do you betray

      Thouest kept not in step of thine own admiral.

    Oh, follow west tis thy own blood endangered, heresy 

      In visions own, kept under breath eyes un natural 

      Father left alone, distant shores lay his young blood.

Buried by ones own nation tis only fleeting as his last breath

    O’er cities cry a father drowned they grieve a flood.

    Trust not his own babe till his own death.

 Beware, Beware she crieth o’er the tide, mine daughter of the deep

 From her lips she drew, beware, oh beware mine daughter does weep

As I saw in those old days,
I see now, everything about you.
Now as future is present and present is past
So are you.
Memories grow fonder, as time turns its hands.
No one remembers the fallen sand from the hourglass.