Avathar - The Wind


The wind was on the withered heath 
but in the forest stirred no leaf 
there shadows lay by night and day 
and dark things silent crept beneath 

The wind came down from mountains cold 
older than any story that is told 
The grass hissed, their tassles bent 
the reeds were rattling and on it went 

a shaken pool under the heavens cool 
where racing clouds were torn and rent 

It passed the lonely Mountain bare 
and swept above the dragon's lair 
there black and dark lay boulders stark 
and flying smoke was in the air 
It left the world and took its flight 
over the wide seas of the night 
The moon set sail upon the gale 
and stars were fanned to leaping light 

Of secrets long lost sings the wind 
Of times forgotten and the dust of the old 
Of white bones that lay in the cold 
Of distant echoes somewhere in time told 

Hear the endless call 
of hope and regret 
mixed as a lamentation 
forever singing to the lands 

Of dreams long lost now sings the wind 
Of futures forgotten and the dust of the old 
Of rusty swords and broken bows 
Of distant echoes and songs of victory 

Hear the endless call 
of hope and regret 
mixed as a lamentation 
forever singing to the lands 

It passed the lonely Mountain bare 
and swept above the dragon's lair 
there black and dark lay boulders stark 
and flying smoke was in the air 
It left the world and took its flight 
over the wide seas of the night 
The moon set sail upon the gale 
and stars were fanned to leaping light 

The wind was on the withered heath 
but in the forest stirred no leaf 
there shadows lay by night and day 
and dark things silent crept beneath 

The wind came down from mountains cold 
older than any story that is told 
The grass hissed, their tassles bent 
the reeds were rattling and on it went 

The day has ended, dim are my eyes 
but a journey long before me lies 
the wind sings its never ending song 
beneath the eternal and ever bending sky

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