[Het Verdronken Land Van] Saeftinge - Ancient Rites

Here one can hear the call of the sea

While a deadwhite moonlight

Is creating the ultimate unlight

Or at night, or at night…

O sad and beautiful night

Full of melancholy

When the silent dark waters

Are inviting the lonely souls

Of mounting lost ones… like me Of mounting lost ones… like me Here once I could hear the bell toll

Here once I led a life

My home was build… before the cruel

Water came

May be the death fish washed on the shore

With their cold eyes have catched a Glimp — a glimp.

Of my forever lost village

Do I hear my ancestors call:

Oh beautiful and cruel lost,

Forever lost — dark medieval times

Drowned land of saeftinge —

Drowned land of saeftinge

Here once I could hear the bell toll,

Here once I Had a life, my home was build…

Here one can hear the call of the sea

Oh my drowned land

Mijn verdronken land van saeftinge…

Saeftinge — saeftinge — saeftinge

Forever lost, forever lost…