1. NARROW PATHS AND STONY GROUND

Our way is far calling
This narrow path is unwinding now

Towering trees, shelter me
Obscure my way, bare the heat of the sun

Nothing and no one
Emptied to existence

Past the standing stones, standing tall
Carved with the names of those who passed before

I hear the bells chime all around us
It is of the flock, aimless they wander

With no purpose just hollow meanings
Their Heads down minds closed

This narrow way
It Calls itʼs way
Forever drawn
Past the horizon

Glory of isolation


2. INFINITE RESONANCE

A chord was struck
Long ago

That chord can never be
Unstruck

Within me
Furthermore
A Grimm melody
Floats as a ship
As a ship
Through these forests
Setting a world a, a, a a,blaze

Within me Furthering

A voice Stricken
Anguished Resonates as
As a hollow chamber
Within me
Fills to overflow
Within me
Furthermore


3. VOICES IN THE STREAM

In absolute silence
Alone

Only then can you hear their words
Their tales of woe, woe
Bound to the waters
Tethered to its flow

Flow

I see their faces forgotten
I see them in my dreams
I hear the voices
I see their sagas in ruins
I see the ones that couldn't leave
I see them bound by their honour
I see them burning in their sleep
I see cowards circling in numbers

I hear, the voices from the stream
I feel, their voices flow over me