1. FOREST OF A THOUSAND GHOSTS

Deep in the wilderness, something screams
Deep in the wilderness, something cries for its life

We stand and listen as one unseen entity brutally overpowers another
The unseen struggle, made vivid by presence of sound and lack of sight

Deep in the wilderness, something screams and the forest comes alive, echoing whispers of fear and agony
We stand and feel the tense air,
Frozen by ancient memories older than the land
Continued wails and the rustle of leaves betray an agonizing fight against death

Deep in the wilderness, something screams
Deep in the wilderness, fear is never far away

We stand and feel the tense air, beholding another scream as flesh rends from flesh
The stars above, winking down, as something out there is dying.

Deep in the wilderness, something ceased screaming
A hush falls upon the forest

We stand and feel the tense air give out
The song of fear and agony dies, too
Cannot the peaceful stars be asked to care of the passing of one sentient being?

In silence, two entities return to the forest,
One of them empowered by new life,
The other as a ghost among thousands


2. INTO THE ABODE OF WOLVES

Into the Abode of Wolves we are drawn, we, who live so fiercely
We, whose passions burn so brilliantly, howl our rage into the endless sky and consume this moment entirely

Into the Abode of Wolves we are drawn, we, who know no boundaries between our feet and this Earth
We, who once were the final force of balance on this land can yet instill fear of those ancient times in the hearts of the weak

The Reign of a Million Years collapsed all too quickly, as a new fearful beast ended our grand empire
But when he falls and his proud monuments are reclaimed by the Earth, the abode of man will return to that of the wolves

Into the Abode of Wolves we are drawn, we, who hold no sympathy for the gentle grazers of this world
And in a furious blaze, we’ll create the paths your pathetic kind always will fear to tread!


3. LEAFFALL

Nights grow longer and the cold stronger as the world Gallops towards icy times
Sun grows weaker
Days grow bleaker
Era of warmth becomes frigid clime

Hold close to your heart memories of a living land
Hold close to your soul the hope of warmer days

The air grows colder and the year older as death-fearing creatures prepare themselves
Colors grow lighter
Leaves grow brighter as their smell beckons Winter closer

Skies grow bluer
Birds grow fewer
A halting world nearly freezes in time
Then wolf does call and the last leaf falls and all shall wait for first breath of ice


4. LOST AMONGST ENDLESS SNOW

Cold, frozen landscape, a throne of horror widening, image through the soul, weakening hope

Life is a fire that won’t burn forever
It freezes, it fades
Hope is the curse of the individual
It dies with him
Fear is the individual’s lust for life
Paralyzing, it kills
Nature is a mother who eats her own young,
Without care

Old, battered landscape, a tinge of memory fading
Soul and body falls to the ground

Remember the seasons of temperate grace?
Stood I then amongst the falling rain
Death hides not in the summer’s warm winds,
But a February breeze can kill

Winter is a beast that tortures the strong,
And kills the weak
Cold are the devils that walk this dark time,
They, who bite and sting
Snow is the blanket of a world at rest
It smothers, it chills
Winter is the beast that renews the land,
And kills the weak

I am lost, and have become weak


5. SEASON OF MY SORROW

We descend into a world of contrast
The fullest white of Winter's rage
And darkest black of a winter's night

These months, I know only cold
These months, I know only how to suffer

We descend into a world of fright
And come to know our mortality,
For death is written upon every ice pellet
And flake of snow that falls from the sky

These months I only know cold . . .

We descend into a world of beauty
It offers a test and demands one to stand,
For if we can stand with the unforgiving wilderness,
We prove ourselves worthy of its fruits

So here I am:
I stand silent before the Great Mountain Wind!


6. SILENCE BEFORE THE GREAT MOUNTAIN WIND

Endless nights of roaring wind, endless days of ocean blue Skies over endless mountains within endless days of Winter's wrath

These are the days that build the soul
These are the nights that test the will
These are the hours to gain pure wisdom
These are the days to make one strong

If you wish it, you may live among mountains tall
And you may enjoy the solitude they offer
And if you hold a strong mind, the great mountains may spare it

If you wish it, you may leave your flat world behind and let the extra dimension take your breath away
And let the land bear you skyward,
And Speak to you of a savage life

If you wish it, you may leave the mountains behind
But know they will stand tall long after the Earth swallows your sunbleached bones

The mountains hold my soul and take all pain away
Nothing else can rule my heart
Nothing else can be my God
Mountain wind will silence all and reduce the world to One
When it's quiet I'll roar my rage
When it roars, I am quiet

If you wish, you may speak into the Great Mountain Wind
But it will tear those words from your lips and hurl them into a raging infinity, never to be heard again
If you wish, you may turn your back upon the Great Mountain Wind, but it will mock you and push you to you face
Or, turn your face to it and let it push you to your back

Learn to be silent


7. THE MOUNTAINS IN STONE

I am the Mountain
I am Stone
I am the sky
I am the rivers
I am the rain
I am the fog
I am the wind
I am the sun

My rage, played by the storm,
My desire, thrown to the sky,
My passion, roaring in the wind,
All these things are me, and I am they
And when the Mountain calls to me,
I know who I am
The stone is my body
The Mountain is my soul

I am Wolf
I am Bear
I am Panther
I am Eagle
I am the Mountain
I am stone
I am wind
I am sun

And when the Mountain calls on me,
I know who I am


8. THE RAGE OF THE SKY

Beauty, lost in the fog, not beheld by eyes longing in the face of pain, not in defeat satisfied
The rage of the sky, shown in the Wind betrays not a temperate clime or the fates of fools lost in the storm never to be seen again

Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration:
You, who assails me with ice, wind and fog
You, who brings lightning, rain and thunder
You beautiful monster!

Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration
Those elements with which you assail me are the elements of change upon the land already worn away by years of torment under your benign hue

Hail to the sky!
I give you my fear and adoration,
You, whose essence I breath to sing praises unto your power;
You, who hold the genesis of life hath such little pity upon bare flesh and blood


9. WINDSTORM

Here comes the wind!
Here comes the rage of the sky!
Here comes the war, the battle between Earth and Sun
Here comes the rage, a cosmic fury upon the land
Here comes the wind, a power not to be stood against!

Here comes the wind to mirror the fury in my soul
Here comes the power
Here comes a reason to hold great fear!
Here comes Destruction to manifest a life-giving killer
Here comes the wind!
Here comes the end of all Peace!

Here comes the wind to betray this world's darker nature
Here comes the storm and thunder to take our hearts away!
Here comes the ice - projectiles in the freezing breeze!
Here comes the wind - a bloody revolution in the sky!
Here comes the wind!
I dare the strongest of you fools to stand in its face!
Here comes the fear that the wise are justified to have.
Here comes the pain of those fools who think their say is final
Here comes the wind - the power you're all destined to fall before!

Here comes the wind!
Here comes the rage of the sky!
Here comes the war, the battle between Earth and Sun
Here comes the rage to force me blindly to my knees,
To scream into my my face,
"You'll never have Pride before me!"
Here comes the wind!