Album: First Scream Of Bohemian Winter

Visions

(P.Kašpar/KudliÉ)
Begin this passage
Wake me from darkness
Enter to the being
Sharp light blinds me
Walking through the inner self to find the answer
Vision stay... Blind eyes can't corrupt my way!
The way of inspiration
my dream swallows me
I feel the power
Four winds call
Purification by flames - The burning shaman
High and higher... Spread my wings and let me fly!
Falling to vision - I fly
Crossing the passage - In time
Seeking the jewel - Which is lost
Loking to fire where come my visions from.
Out of space and time
Voice from bellow
In the grip of fever
They call my soul.