Through vast valleys I wonder   To the highest peaks   On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape   In search of God, in spite of man   'til the lost forsaken endless. . .   This is where I choose to tread      Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?   The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale   In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us      Here is the landscape   Here is the sun   Here in the balance of the earth   Where is the god?   Has he fallen and abandoned us?      As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand   The fire in my heart is forged across the land      Here at the edge of this world   Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak, a citadel of stone   If this grand panorama before me is what you call God. . .   Then God is not dead      I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done   An offering of crimson flowed into the water below   A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away      . . .like every hope I've ever had. . .   . . .like every dream I've ever known. . .   It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world   From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea. . .   . . .wash away. . .   . . .fade away. . .      Here is the landscape   Here is the sun   Here at the edge of the earth   Where is the god?   Has he fallen to ruin?      As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand   My heathen pride is scarred across the land