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Boulders crushing like a hammer.

Guilt and sorrow haunt me.

Fields are empty.

Home is cold now.

My time has come to wander.

Fear and doubt. And doubt turns to pain.

Regret and anger, lost in the rain.

Unearthly trees.

Mountains, snowcapped.

All this I wish to see.

This house, my home.

Surely in my heart.

Paths stretch out before me.

Crushed by waves.

Drowned by the sea.

Frozen in ice.

All possibly.

Ages pass and still we ride.

The trees will burn and the earth will shine.

A light that guides us through the plains.

One that will lead us home again.

Once we swore many years ago,

we saw the source from which all rivers flowed.

We came across that mountain stream

and saw all things that could be seen.

Ages pass and still we ride.

The trees will burn and the earth will shine.

A light that guides us through the plains.

One that will lead us home again.

Once we swore many years ago,

we saw the source from which all rivers flowed.

We came across that mountain stream

and saw all things that could be seen.

By the light of the evening moon

We ventured out, hummed a joyous

We wandered far, through pathless plains

And shed all memory of our pain

Our journey took us to distant lands, through turgid waters and shifting sands.

A cave of ice and warm firesides.

All to prove that we were alive.