Cold stone disappears A child shows me Nothing is what it seems Lost in raging darkness Stories from journeys And promises being broken A tragedy pull the strings on forever
Warm light let me be Save all the hope And the memories Of a distant tomorrow Beggars with treasures And takers of pleasures They ride with me Through the endless mountain
When the harvest lord raise his hand Know that the bread celebration begun Hearing the voices singing old songs To pay a homage to the goddess of seed
