The Temple Of Sagal

Look to window and reach the eyes that stare to the sky 
The snow falls so softly... 
It buries the garden 
All prepared for the winter, thou have sowed your seeds 

The yearning glance to hills, these thoughts they burn within 
They always lead to same, turning the back again 
The journey goes on, at night you'll hear a call 
And if your eyes could see, you would see the door 
That opens sometimes for awhile 
As the screams disappear through the night...