I wavered off too far
From the journey
The darkness was imperative
Pulsating and intuitive

Take me where the wind begins
And its mesmerizing haze
Victory and triumph will set
The northern skies ablaze
Ablaze

Guide my spirit through the forests
Its voice I shall abide
Carry my ashes back to the mountains
And spread them far out wide

As I hide and bespeak
A greater unknowing I must seek
Yet if I forget the times I've been here
Still I see all things clear

Sinner, you are mad
You are not like us
But I am still standing tall
For I am the nothing
And the all

Upon shaky ground
I will no longer stride
Off the beaten track
No longer
No longer looking back

Sinner, you are mad
You are not like us
But I am still standing tall
As I become nothing
With the all

Liberation is understanding
There's more than meets the eye
Identification is illusion
Truth drifting amidst the lie

As I invite the unknown
I ponder by the hearse
I shatter the seal
All imagination's real
To see is the blessing
The blessing of the curse