The Yearn (Album Version)

The Yearning

Empyrium

I ride through day and night

Listen wind, they art my fellows

Eternally I am looking for the eye

Inside my heart

The yearning grows

I rode through the forest of images

Over mountains have I

But it seems they touch the sky

Run through meadows so lonely

Wrestled up streams so clean

My lips art so cold

Where is the tongue that melts the ice and snow?

My grief is infinite

Where are art thou who heals my wounds?

I ride through day and dark skies

Crystal wind bring me my fellows

Eternally I am looking for the eye

The palace of the earth