Around what, it may seem
The light had shown their forces
A disease on my hands
Never knew who you were
The damage is done
I don't know where to seek
Lanterns, to me they speak
In their twisted tongue
When we were shadows
We would hear the birds call
"The meadows set on fire"
Beware of the man who speaks in wind
He knows where you derive
The language of the trees
Their weakened songs hypnotize
And the sun is the burning light
We will heal our burning end
Will you see the bridges collapse?
Or never, at last
Are you of fate?
Are you lost, or from hate?
Are you of simple mind?
Hear you the voices calling?
Oh, never, at last
Never seek where they leave
In the meadow of the end
Enlight, envy
The night leaving
The lights wreathing
I knew of sacred light
I knew of hidden sight
I knew of celestial might
I am the sacred light
