Wandering... Searching for the shadow in an endless field
The sun is shining but we can't see it. Can't see the sky
Falling to the ground, with the light of the sunguiding us
To a trail thick with thorns, in a forest dark and bleak
Mysteries of night,watching from the skies,
As the light in blind scenery, and the darkness in single strides
As the twilight realms, shadowed clouds of silence,
We find a crimson sword, forged in an ancient vale
Where fell a forest hail. We traveled to the hither lands
Beyond the foaming ocean, the wind blown the shadow
Over moor and mountain, forest and land, soaring over
Into the never-ending grasses, that move like a thousand hands waving
Vast expanses of nothingness, a solitary figure against the endless sky,
We came in colours of every shade