The stream has flowed in the veils of dawn
Gorging the land, covering the air
Lightning high, whispers and dreams will fly
Sorrowfilled, the breath of night
Her darkest skies have captured me
And then I?ll lay under the storm
Far above, yet so close
Filling the ethereal swamps
The mist falls down
And gets lost in this immaterial sight
The wish to glide within the fog
The day will break in the end of times
Under the sunset, rains cherish my pains