In a land far to the West,
there... beyond the Seventh Wave,
lie the Summerlands;
enchanted place of serenity and renewal.
Upon its Eastern Shore we arrive,
tired and weary.
Our life of hopes and toils is over,
as we come to that great hall.
The gods gather to hear and witness,
those that will speak for us.
And beyond the doors,
we go forth to rest,
On that distant Eastern Shore,
in a land beyond the Seventh Wave.
Rev. R. Gandia
High Priest, Anvil Temple