[Verse 1] The wind tells a story from centuries gone, Of Rungholt, the city of wealth and of pride. January’s storm came relentless and strong, The “White Hans” took all in the turning tide. [Chorus] Atlantis of the North Sea, lost in the sand, Still the bells are ringing across the land. Rungholt, oh Rungholt, your name is a song, A whisper in the tidal flats, forever strong. [Verse 2] The people forgot what the sea can demand, They built and they boasted on borrowed land. The dikes fell apart, all the lights disappeared, And thousands of souls into darkness steered. [Chorus] Atlantis of the North Sea, lost in the sand, Still the bells are ringing across the land. Rungholt, oh Rungholt, your name is a song, A whisper in the tidal flats, forever strong. [Bridge] When the ebb leaves the seabed bare, And silence is heavy in the salty air, You may hear the sea softly call your name, Rungholt lives on, it will never fade. [Final Chorus / Outro] Atlantis of the North Sea, close to the heart, A legend still living, though torn apart. Rungholt, oh Rungholt, your name is a song, An echo of the ages, forever strong.
