The fire burns in the land of the bird's spirit
The smoke flows of my bones, I have to go there...


That childish hand discovered the masks in the wood
Those bright eyes saw hooded figures, smashed
- they streaked in shadows


There places whispered their names
And the summer breeze smelled with a winter


Strong timbers absorbed her words
And the answer was just a flutter

Of winged beings up in the limbs
Tallis - the sweetheart of the cripple


Her warrior under "The strong against the storm"
Stone talismans scared away all birds
The Nature's laws, the love, the death and the knowing

Mysterious beings, warriors in furs and bones of prophecy

Endless search for the lost, lost brother Harry

Long wandering to the place
Place where the life ends and the lost could be found
Could be found