The stream has flowed in the veils of dawn Gorging the land, covering the air Lightning high, whispers and dreams will fly Sorrowfilled, the breath of night Her darkest skies have captured me And then I?ll lay under the storm Far above, yet so close Filling the ethereal swamps The mist falls down And gets lost in this immaterial sight The wish to glide within the fog The day will break in the end of times Under the sunset, rains cherish my pains