That the heavens should weep for this girl of lost soul

Should she never return to the land she loved

Filled with the sweet dew of morning sun

That the lord of the heavens look down with kindness

Saying, sweet soul, let thy torments be known

Let thy torments pass and sweep away lost in the sea

While the winds pirouette

And the current strays

Wipe away the foul odor of the land

Leave nothing of past indulgences, purge thyself from worldly desire

And rise into the shinning heavens above