The song of the shifting sea, The kiss of the salt-sweet breeze, The warmth of her silken dress, Stained in red...
Her memory, fading fast, Her mother sits, eyes downcast. An eminent form in hand, Farewells unsaid...
Now once a certainty, lost in grief. A daughter's desperate cries, unheard pleas. Forsaken ancient rite, on her knees. A prayer passes from her lips, Into her soul the Goddess whispers:
“A heartbeat without harmony is rhythm without time. The heart seeketh equilibrium; With balance, fill your world with calm. So sing this broken melody, Let balance shelter thee. One must start believing: An empty heart divides the sea An empty heart divides the sea.”