The Keeper Calls

i stand before the open vault the scroll is light upon my hand the wisdom of the keeper calls across the silence of the land i see the path that leads me home the ancient words are clear and plain i feel the washing of the light to take away the winter rain 2s pulsing in the blood 3s breathing in the sky i carry it now in my chest the gold-silver flame will never die (pulsing) (breathing) the heart is now a sacred throne the one who listens stays within she is the mother of the soul where all the worlds of grace begin she speaks the language of the stars a melody of perfect peace i find the power to ascend and find a beautiful release 2s pulsing in the blood 3s breathing in the sky i carry it now in my chest the gold-silver flame will never die (2s pulsing) (3s breathing) the math of heaven is my own a song of five and two and eight i rise to meet the holy fire and leave behind the heavy weight i am whole i am found 2s pulsing in the blood 3s breathing in the sky i carry it now in my chest the gold-silver flame will never die i carry it now within the silence she is there (3s breathing) (breathing)