Call of the grim
My nearing grave
Earth's cold temple

The turning wave
Trees abide
In the sound of air

Jaded soul
Are you going my way


I came once I heard you sing
I came once I saw you
Your presence within my love

Weight did not bind me

Voice from the mire

The calling head
His mouth of birds
Sound in white rain


Daybreak
Stand clear now

Here come the calm overcoming