Windlands

I push myself for falling… From the crags of past and all it’s lurking ghosts.
I still can hear them calling… From the place I saw the knowledge dying…
Through grey my body is gliding, so the scent of ashes fails perception…
I’m feeling lies colliding and the sparks are clearig views to find a way…
I’m passing the windlands…
The pure and a faith…
Lost in the windlands…
Above the sky is raving for the altars we have built for false gods…
Below the waters are craving for the weak keepsake i have to leave behind…
Now I’m ready for bursting into flames and waves of a grace I give my hand…
I feel my heart is thirsting for the lands I’ve left before I stopped to breath.
I’m crossing the windlands…
The wide and the clean…
Tome in the windlands…
A face and a name get lost in the windlands…
I’m crossing the windlands…
The clear and the plain — law of the windlands…
A truth and wound find rest in the windlands…
Oblivion and peace…
Bliss of windlands…