The Observer (feat. Øystein H. Aadland)

I watched the weightless sky at night And counted stars of aeons past My body heavy on the ground I heard the whispers of deceit Giant voices roaring deep My soul rejoicing in the sound In timeless fields I lay my head Then, from the valleys down below Rose smoke and ashes from a fire Flustered voices tore the air They spoke of unfulfilled desires Tribulations and despair The end of endings drawing near Ah, these timely herds And their infant gods Predictable as seasons They instigate a new crusade Heedless of the trodden path They march in line, in righteous wrath Soon to be replenished By descendants of their faith Hidebound and saintly By canting idols lead astray Seething with fury They sought to burn the night away Still, I would not deny the spirit Of the young and brave Was I by memories betrayed? Yet, as I roamed the barren fields Under stars and weightless sky Such scattered thoughts, I let them pass me by Dreaming Of aeons past and mountains high Ah, these timely herds And their infant gods Predictable as seasons They instigate a new crusade Heedless of the trodden path They march in line, in righteous wrath Soon to be replenished By descendants of their faith I let them pass me by These timely herds I let them pass me by