When the waves begin to play, nothing really matters
Mother Nature is around to heal
But the child begins to cry when he sees the latter
Crimson custom would reveal!

Awake your heart and save the oceans
Don’t turn your back away and go
For helpless ones there’s no compassion
Will Northern winds still blow?

Why their souls are locked inside, men have lost all senses
Animal is upon your race, indeed
Knifes are sharp and wounds are deep
And mercy is forbidden, your defense is what they need!

Awake your heart and save the oceans
Don’t turn your back away and go
For helpless ones there’s no compassion
Will Northern winds still blow? Oh no…

Will you step aside? Will you fight for the weak?
Or will you watch when the “custom” will be reaching its peak?