Unto you I whisperThe wildest dreamsIn the coldness of nightShrouded in crystalsThrough a frosty duskSouls of the fullmoon awaitsTheir shadows ablazeWe are all bendingOur tired leaves over your empty shellIn the sign of true esteemAre you beloved lordSighing deep under these waterfalls?The birds of the sunSeperates these dark cloudsWhile the winds of winter sleeps gently aroundI am sworn to the oathTo breathe...At the waters I dwellThe waves are still whisperingAncient lullabiesI die...While our mystic brothers still seekUnder your command I will obeyIn my visionYou are the embodiment of pure freedomBut through my eyes you are made of stone