The Dreaming Path

[voz sussurrada, rítmica] Om... Veritas... Om... Visio... (Verse 1) [voz sussurrada, rítmica] I step onto the silver dust, Where the road dissolves into the sky. The horizon bends like liquid glass, And the gravity... begins to lie. I see a river flowing to the stars, Burning cold with a silent flame. Ancient cities carved from clouds, Whispering a forgotten name. (Chorus) [Batida intensifica-se, vozes femininas etéreas em pano de fundo] Are these the eyes of a waking ghost? Or the shadows of a soul set free? The sands are singing, the stones are soft, Is this the world... or is it me? [A música abranda, sons de água invertida] A clock is melting on a frozen tree, The birds are swimming through the solid ground. I reach to touch the velvet air, But color is the only sound. My logic fails, my senses break, I’m walking through a glass mistake. [A batida para. Silêncio absoluto, exceto por um sintetizador atmosférico] [Voz feminina profunda e serena] Child of the veil, why do you tremble? The lens is cracked, the light is old. Tell me... What is real? Is it what your eyes behold, Or what your heart has always known? (Outro) [O ritmo regressa com força total, camadas de cânticos sobrepostas] What you see... (What you see...) What you feel... (What you feel...) The truth is hidden in the dreaming. (bridge) And now I stop, begin to stare Is this my personal nightmare (or)... (Chorus) Are these the eyes of a waking ghost? Or the shadows of a soul set free? The sands are singing, the stones are soft, Is this the world... or is it me? (outro) I watch the sundown as it turns gold And drift away from what I'm told...