Crossing The Final Gate

Just follow my steps
My body is a river in a summer valley
No pain is worthy of such horizons
Don’t be afraid to walk in darkness
Fear not the demons of sleepless nights
The day always follows night

And the sun restores her colours
How far away do the stars
Seem to you?
You were a child when you could touch
Them with your hands

When the waves rise and fall
We learn the secrets of losing and finding
We observe the moon’s cycle
And we learn that things begin and end

The day is over
There’s no jobs to be done

I sing of my mother’s face
That I seek in every smile
I sing of my father’s hands
That have guided my way
I sing of ancient pagan Gods
That loved this world
I sing of those who dream
And rise above the ruins
The trees will return to bloom

Like light low clouds recur
And on the oceans
Hurricanes will return to sever
The heather from the cliffs

Among the fallen trees
Among the broken branches
You can see the demons in flight
You can see the demons waiting
Do not blame fate only your steps
Led you here

Just follow my steps
My body is a river in a summer valley
No pain is worthy of such horizons
Don’t be afraid to walk in darkness
Fear not the demons of sleepless nights
The day always follows night
And the sun restores her colours

How far away do the stars
Seem to you?
You were a child when you could touch
Them with your hands

When the waves rise and fall
We learn the secrets of losing and finding
We observe the moon’s cycle
And we learn that things begin and end

The day is over
There’s no jobs to be done

I sing of my mother’s face
That I seek in every smile
I sing of my father’s hands
That have guided my way
I sing of Ancient pagan Gods
That loved this world
I sing of those who dream
And rise above the ruins

Where lights play with shadows
All things falls apart

I sing of ancient pagan Gods
That loved this world
I sing of those who dream
And rise above the ruins
I sing of my mother’s face
That I seek in every smile
I sing of my father’s hands
That have guided my way

This is a new order
Where the wisdom is pointless

I sing of Ancient pagan Gods
That loved this world
I sing of those who dream
And rise above the ruins