Windlands - Golden Apes

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 passing 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…