Skepticism

The flames - waves are our path The wind - blows away the fear Calm - and strong are our minds Joy on the fields is eternal Pain beyond view The flames raise us In the cold the flames glow blue Under the flood Blood The waves - flames are our path Th

Sweet is the air under the forceful wings Sharp is the gaze to read Reflections from distant lakes Whispers from distant woods Calls from distant mountains That brings summonings from the ones with the swords Of storms and the craving By silent wings

Stream brought words And Stream brought meanings Through it's aether were seen all beings Beauty revealed as cruelty Core of grief as death of desire Stream flow in depth unmatched Crossed a statue with no hearing March came colder than invited Cross

Bare light enters These halls Time barely passes The floors Silent for time The Doors Still for air The mirror Blind for movement Time barely passes Right hall Shadows marking Colored cover Left hall Light routes Shall part Pleasant ways Hall behind

Wind in the dawn Screams Does not whisper Through the day Distant Dark clouds gather Fear not In here Storms will enter Winds are still It is us who move Storms are weak Against ones Who stand time Dark clouds Like them Beautiful but helpless Wind in

By The healing waters of my lovely shores I laid The air so bleak so cold I breathed with my eyes with my ears Through aeons went my journey From these mountains I swear the world I am the hammer I am lightning By the signs I shall return To burn all

On the cold bridge of grey stones Stood the old man in his grey robe Opening his oak barrels Pouring them to the river So began the pouring Light frozen Down snowing Light was weakening Grey was the curtain Wide were the shores Of the grey and green

The sun may stopped rising Light in mornings growing Horizon sky from sea dividing Clouds of waves separating Grey have been our days For longer than one will remember Not a breath of wind in weeks And ages of the last rainfall Yet the oars strike in

if here once was a shore it has gone nowhere further away Black islands, Rose the bay is calm Approach Close Distant Nowhere Forest on fire Bitter Mist on the walley To move is to vanish To stay is to arrive Nowhere there is a reason There are no dis

Arrived autumn With a visited uninvited And by chill slowly growing With a lesson fully dreadful And by message all displeasing Then arrived autumn With a growing understanding And by vision slowly clearing With belief calmly growing And by readiness

For ages After ages Sails unfilled Doors unlocked Barriers far Guards unseen Pain Sleeplike For ages After ages 专辑:Ethere 歌手:Skepticism 歌曲:Chorale

Cold creeps in and I start to feel Each bone of each my fingers Darkness like a cloak on my shoulders Silence almost close enough to touch I play my part Footsteps echo in the corridor In the dust is a left a trail The light pale but not the mind I p

Break the silence deeply sleeping And the stillness lasting ages Once more to start freely moving And the pulse start beating strongly And the words set calmly flowing Blow the dust out of the pipe ends Rid the chains of rust they carry And the pulse