dream is still fulfill the needs
bending ages trekking free
present sadness violent joy
calling in a void

green trees living alone
wooded fresh bone
so clearly in the wind
begs to sleep creep inside

majestic sight of wrath
forgotten god

all of me shall you own
pouring rains & newborn souls
the city and deities blood
new end of path

rising sun ancient weed
seems like they speak