I call and I listen to the resonance of his soul It clouds my clear vision of the waning moon of Gaia Dawn fades and I follow The winding of heathen horns Should I fill with sorrow? As the forest wakes from it's sleep Awakening the forest before my time here comes to an end For I want to see this beauty before my mind's eye does transcend He stands in the clearing His fur still sodden with dew My time's dispappearing Soon I'll meet with those I have loved