...The field you sow with hatred
will reap you nothing more
than jealousy and anger.
There is no escape.
...I am holding the gun
I am aiming at your faith.
I am at Peace,
I hold the Truth...
Kowtow to my hate.
...for the night offered me none,
I spoke of refuge and liberation.
Would my dark horse turn to white
upon the crossing of the river,
offering me time to escape?
my one creation,
would rise again
and not take defeat.
I was to escape to the altitudes,
I was 'I',
and I would not be beat.
...no matter when Dusk may befall
and to where the winds
may take this body.
rooted and strong,
oblivious to any confluence
that may strike the waters I sail upon.
Up onto the Ocean,
up until the Dawn...
...I dream of flowers and mountains,
rivers and rubies,
lost legends on a Mountain King...
anything about the place I once lived in...
like a bird with no wings,
a Man with no nation...
I am not hard to catch,
my Kingdom is where my feet walk.
When I left my Home,
I became a Wandered,
...when over the West she has sailed,
accross the horizon, lost at sea,
high be I walking in the mountains
when upon down, my lover not return.
...Life is too short to be running after ghosts...
...how beautiful be the moon when,
from behind the moving skies,
her shine be seen.
How soft upon the eyes,
be given to a dreamer
lost in the night of man,
the gliding beauty
of this earthly companion
of which none of us own.
...lies wide open,
lying on the sheets
inside the forest we have sown,
No turning back
until we reach the summit.