Waking up on a moonlight meadow at night

A gentle breeze blowing like autumns first breath

Stumbling through the murk I explore the shades

Leaving all the past anxieties far behind....



The celestial stars are shifting

As the grass starts to sway in the wind

Branches silently groaning around me

I’m standing in misery and woe



The rising haze …

Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning

And so my will to live had died

Becoming a lone wayfarer, never to return



A fate condemned into the dark

Amongst the shadows I wander

Where only candles light my way

Throughout these endless fields of forsaken souls



Watch the lonely candle's flame burning out

Still even in deepest despair there’s a spark of hope

I’m all alone seeing my veneration subside

Where solemn faces are edged upon hallowed soil



The rising haze …

Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning

And so I became one with the wind

A wanderer seeking solace in the faraway



I hear the spirits dance around my memories in black

Laughing at my despair and tears

Carried away by the stormy gale

To fall like rain on distant shores



The rising haze …

Takes away my bitter cloak of mourning



And so I am telling you this vagrant story



Of a restless soul unbound and free