Through the mist Where the birches sigh A shadow walks Where the ravens fly Footsteps fade To the silent glen Is it me Or a soul unpenned? Threads of the veil Thin as frost Binding the found Binding the lost Here we walk There we dream Life and the other One woven seam By the fjord Where the waters hum Hear the drums of the ancient ones They call They call From the mountain's spine Echoes of theirs Now echoes of mine Do you hear it The low wind’s moan? A voice that’s mine Yet not my own Threads of the veil Thin as frost Binding the found Binding the lost Here we walk There we dream Life and the other One woven seam Ash and oak Their roots entwined Spanning the realms Where gods align Drink from the horn The mead runs deep Through waking hours Through endless sleep
