O, Morar Songtext
von Morar

Thou wert swift, O Morar! as a roe on the desert:
terrible as a meteor of fire.
Thy wrath was as the storm.
Thy sword in battle as lightning in the field.
Thy voice was as a stream after rain, like thunder on distant hills. Many fell by thy arm: they were consumed in the flames of thy wrath.
But when thou didst return from war, how peaceful was thy brow.
Thy face was like the sun after rain:
like the moon in the silence of night:
calm as the breast of the lake when the loud wind is laid.