I am the glacier's crest above the forests

Freezing you mid-thought and the ancient voices

From the greying fog, I am the thought

That overtakes your mind and fills you with a singular happiness

The heartless ghost lying in wait

And who cannot forget you

I am the leaves that you burn in the fall

The swift cleansing of your conscious

I am the glistening of the leaves

And I am

I am the leaves the you burn in the fall

The swift cleansing of your conscious

I am your third hand and your second

I am the shadow, the grey one

Who cannot ever forget you

The heartless ghost lying in wait

And who cannot forget you

I am the leaves that you burn in the fall

The swift cleansing of your conscious

I am the glistening of the leaves

And I am

I am the leaves the you burn in the fall

The swift cleansing of your conscious

I am the glacier's crest above the forests

Freezing you mid-thought and the ancient voices

From the greying fog, I am the thought

That overtakes your mind and fills you with a singular happiness

With a singular happiness