Cales
Along Paths Of Return (Pagan Nostalgia)
Steam rises through immovable freezing air, Sun fell down to the horizon yet. Dark infinite forests captured by winter greyness, Dark lying down slowly among trees, Silence rules, silence which precedes the storm, though. In the centre of the wheel of time In the very heart of darkness During the lunar transformation It spins delicate threads of balance. Before winter strikes in full force And wild frosts bury their sharp claws I will spend this night dancing with flashing shadows of spirits of the
deceased Then I enter the cold grey-like dawn And there in the entrails of gloomy foul weather Where damp place and icy breath bind us I will set off along paths covered with leaves that turned black, Along paths which like rivers lead Into ways running in the direction of return, Across the ravine in time.
From Letras Mania