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...