Unto you I whisper

The wildest dreams



In the coldness of night



Shrouded in crystals

Through a frosty dusk

Sould of the fullmoon awaits

Their shadows ablaze



We are all bending

Our tired leaves over your empty shell

In the sign of treu esteem

Are you beloved lord

Sighing deep under these waterfalls?



The birds of the sun

Separate these dark clouds

While the winds of winter sleep gently around

I am sworn to the oath

To breathe...



At the waters I dwell

The waves are still whispering

Ancient lullabies

I die...

While our mystic brothers still seek



Under your command I will obey

In my vision

You are the embodiment of pure freedom

But through my eyes you are made of stone