The Loneliness:
Woken from the depths of slumber,
By memories so distant,
And past so silent
The winds of memories.
The Wind:
Folly in these days,
When a man's soul is bound by chains,
'Til the wind of longing
Sweeps him away.
The Loneliness:
Year after year fog still clouds the mind
Like shadows that won't ever fade.
The Wanderer:
Tempted by fate for a greater source of wisdom,
To find that, which I've eternally lost,
I, the great wanderer,
Until the the times end.
The Loneliness:
Until the end!
Counting the days and the years!
The Wind:
So life drifts slowly by
In the vast deep emptiness
That we seek.
Woken from the depths of slumber,
By memories so distant,
And past so silent
The winds of memories.
The Wind:
Folly in these days,
When a man's soul is bound by chains,
'Til the wind of longing
Sweeps him away.
The Loneliness:
Year after year fog still clouds the mind
Like shadows that won't ever fade.
The Wanderer:
Tempted by fate for a greater source of wisdom,
To find that, which I've eternally lost,
I, the great wanderer,
Until the the times end.
The Loneliness:
Until the end!
Counting the days and the years!
The Wind:
So life drifts slowly by
In the vast deep emptiness
That we seek.