Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin
He is sitting on a hill
A vapid night is crawling through the vale
The trees are fangs of transiency
The demons forge hammers and nails
He will travel all the ways
That lead to the unknown lands
Time has distorted his view
An amen is his due
The spring is in the air
The sirens in the skies
The wind is in his hair
The moon is in his eyes
The rain turns on
But he will be gone
Before the world has left the night
He is gazing at the skies
Without yearning in his eyes
And he will follow the invisible trace
When the sirens sing again
The spring is in the air
The sirens in the skies
The wind is in his hair
The moon is in his eyes
The rain turns on
But he will be gone
Before the world has left the night
The spring is in the air
The sirens in the skies
The wind is in his hair
The moon is in his eyes
The rain turns on
And he will be gone
Before the morning spreads its light |