Through vast valleys I wonder

To the highest peaks

On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape

In search of God, in spite of man

'til the lost forsaken endless. . .

This is where I choose to tread



Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?

The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale

In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us



Here is the landscape

Here is the sun

Here in the balance of the earth

Where is the god?

Has he fallen and abandoned us?



As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand

The fire in my heart is forged across the land



Here at the edge of this world

Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone

If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .

Then God is not dead



I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done

An offering of crimson flowed into the water below

A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away



. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .

. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .

It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world

From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .

. . .wash away. . .

. . .fade away. . .



Here is the landscape

Here is the sun

Here at the edge of the earth

Where is the god?

Has he fallen to ruin?



As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand

My heathen pride is scarred across the land