Windbringer
A hidden voice beneath the thunder, Cascades whispers reaching down.
A life less perfect in it's living is to real purpose summond now. As dream carved eyes sing empathy, with wings made mortal to the search, for essence weughed in temples raged. Ascend the fires and salted earth.
I can see the message breathing still...
I hear the voices sounding deep inside...
I can feel the hero rising up above the silence...
your soul remembers yet, the path that men forget...
I bring the winds to free from your hesitation. I call the storms to remind you what you are. My faith endures for the sake of something less and more in them. And so i bring the winds... to echo in your heart.
Drifting scenes of shamefull things. to haunt corrupted will. the lion pacing at the edge, guards the keep that faith once build. Find constitution inyour soul, a vessel for your light. Eyes drift toward the nothern fires, a beacon to the ocean of the night...
