Far Above the Trees

Fright calls me from beyond

By the lip of a faceless man

I'm waiting to glide his voice to my

Neverending dark

To feel my body

As the icy wind touches

The memories of ancient ones,

The memories of heroes

Which were redused to ashes under the fullmoon

I fly towards you

I feel the dying grasp

Of your untouched heat

I'm waiting for her voice to show a sign,

The way as the picture of eternal fire and power

To shine my light, because it is

I I fly towards you

I'm waiting for your comfort

In the path of the far voice