I push myself for falling... From the crags of past and all it's lurking ghosts...

I still can hear them calling... From the place I saw the knowledge dying...

Through grey my body is gliding, so the scent of ashes fails perception...

I'm feeling lies colliding and the sparks are clearig views to find a way...

I'm passing the windlands...

The pure and a faith...

Lost in the windlands...

Above the sky is raving for the altars we have built for false gods...

Below the waters are craving for the weak keepsake i have to leave behind...

Now I'm ready for bursting into flames and waves of a grace I give my hand...

I feel my heart is thirsting for the lands I've left before I stopped to breath...

I'm crossing the windlands...

The wide and the clean...

Tome in the windlands...

A face and a name get lost in the windlands...

I'm crossing the windlands...

The clear and the plain - law of the windlands...

A truth and wound find rest in the windlands...

Oblivion and peace...

Bliss of windlands...