Pele [German translation]

Plumes of ash wisp -- whisper over crimson skies

A foreboding invocation from the maws of Hualālai

Her lamenting sigh -- psyche resounds in every soul

For every gem taken from shore to shoals

Primordial strands of ebony and ire flow and glow

Within the firefalls of Pāka'alana

Her obsidian gown of most bijou flicker and glitter

Across the ashenvale of Lāhaināluna

Layer by layer the flow reaches water's edge:

The solar shores of Waikoloa

The lava lake recedes, the cauldron emptied:

The sunken caldera of Mauna Loa

And beneath the clouds of Kanaloa

All is violent, all around

The signs of Lono foretell of good-will

All is quiet, all is sound