With a heavy heart I walk alone Through the dense forest Thick and coated with a magical mist My journey to heal my spiritual self
I gaze atop the mountain peak Its beauty embraces me And as I stare into the valley A bird takes flight, from an ancient oak tree
Oh wishful Winter night As the boughs and firs Are weighted down with snow I become weightless, Can I soar like the raven?
No sun to melt away my sorrow But the fire that burns in my heart Will scorch my chains made of ice
Trepidation Among the soul Stoking the flames To cast out the dark
Over the hills, far away Lies a field of golden grass A journey to the end Heal my sorrow, heal my tortured dying soul
The woods loom large A fortress of impenetrable foliage Guides me toward the end My journey to heal my spiritual self
I rise from the path My body was gleamed Cloaked in light Spring's gentle embrace I rise from the path My triumph's great might And on my golden chariot Onward I ride
Silently drifting away My vision began to fade The ice in my soul will not seem to burn away I struggle to breath as the ground tries to swallow my chariot I catch a glimpse of my face in the lake Despondently I scream in vain to awake To awake…
I look upon my deceased body And by the moonlight's sacred apothecary I drink the nocturnal nectar I am the night, I am my soul
My spirit shines atop the glowing mountain peak I have awakened the darkness vanished I have fought to the end, and won to defeat Perditions bleak walls
Confidently I walk to the edge of the ridge My head held high, breathing mornings air I let my body go, perpetual freedom, chains are broken, I spread my wings
My spirit shines atop the glowing mountain peak I have awakened the darkness vanished I have fought to the end and won I am complete Like the raven, I can soarTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
