I push myself for falling... From the crags of past and all it's lurking ghosts...
I still can hear them calling... From the place I saw the knowledge dying...
Through grey my body is gliding, so the scent of ashes fails perception...
I'm feeling lies colliding and the sparks are clearig views to find a way...
I'm pa**ing the windlands...
The pure and a faith...
Lost in the windlands...
Above the sky is raving for the altars we have built for false gods...
Below the waters are craving for the weak keepsake i have to leave behind...
Now I'm ready for bursting into flames and waves of a grace I give my hand...
I feel my heart is thirsting for the lands I've left before I stopped to breath...
I'm crossing the windlands...
The wide and the clean...
Tome in the windlands...
A face and a name get lost in the windlands...
I'm crossing the windlands...
The clear and the plain - law of the windlands...
A truth and wound find rest in the windlands...
Oblivion and peace...
Bliss of windlands...