The fire burns in the land of the bird's spirit   The smoke flows of my bones, I have to go there...      That childish hand discovered the masks in the wood   Those bright eyes saw hooded figures, smashed   - they streaked in shadows      There places whispered their names   And the summer breeze smelled with a winter      Strong timbers absorbed her words   And the answer was just a flutter   Of winged beings up in the limbs   Tallis - the sweetheart of the cripple      Her warrior under "The strong against the storm"   Stone talismans scared away all birds   The Nature's laws, the love, the death and the knowing   Mysterious beings, warriors in furs and bones of prophecy      Endless search for the lost, lost brother Harry   Long wandering to the place   Place where the life ends and the lost could be found   Could be found Lavondyss      Lonely in death, the circle - Lavondyss