The River of Time Flows Through Me

Deep in the heart of a forgotten hemlock forest
A stream flows swiftly over ancient weathered stones
Beneath her surface an ancient current whispers
The memories of a thousand dreams converging deep below

Lost in the swells of eternity

A blackened wolf spirit with feral eyes of fire
Lurks silent in the dark, watching from the pines
She calls to me from the depths of my own spirit
A primal vision of a thousand fates entwined

Bound in blood a softly spoken memory
Calls to me from beyond the carnal void
An ever fading glimpse of all eternity
An ancient hymn to call the spirits forth

Stare into the eyes of the beast

Mother owl guide my hand
Pull me back from the blackened precipice
Instill in me your sacred wisdom
And the river of time will run through my veins eternal