X/Xanthochroid/To Higher Climes Where Few Might Stand
Beyond the feeble reaches Of conscious memory A voice long forgotten Echoes through the chamber of my thoughts
I cannot recall The speaker or what was spoken Just a whisper now Still it's crying, screaming, wanting to be known
As dawn greets dew-wet grass (A brother returns at last) Seven years in patience passed (Long since have laid my dreams to ash)
Ohh, rekindled flame Dare not speak his name Ohh! Unfettered son! (What gifts you were given Why then did you run)
As night draped silted shores (No laughter is heard anymore) Tales of terror and of war (Hang heavy in the dampened midnight air)
Ohh, recall the dream Hungers rising scream Rays of glinting light (Glancing off dew-wet blades this night)
(I was there Where once our father rod Beyond this mortal coil Toward that precipice of stone Which stands unchanged uncaring and old)
Countless wonders I have seen Endless, endless skies of emerald green Minds can never idle be When magic... magic stirs beyond the trees
You know the things of which I speak Secrets, secrets buried deep beneath Still eclipsed in jaded truth By the nameless wonders of my youth
Ohh, recall the dream (In dreams we cannot die) Hungers rising scream (It calls us to it's side) Rays of glinting light (Glancing off dew-wet blades this night)
Come with me to better days (To higher climes where few might stand) And never shall we trade again (On silted shores, on blackened sand)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.